January 16, 2005

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  and we wait,
  
     
  
   beneath crimson skies for hollow bells to ring. notes of
  yesterdays yearning cast into tomorrows hopes. your eyes, dark as
  midnight, glow in your amusement, you smile inwardly and i am the only
  one who can see it.
  
  
  
  my smiles are slight as we enter beneath the arches, grand and old. the
  gargoyle grins intimate knowledge of how we loved last night. i slip my
  hand into the crook of your arm and smile as you tighten to pull me
  closer. your grace is unconcious, your presence contagious.
  
  
  

  tiger balm to my wounded lily.

  
  
  filtered light touches the dancing motes of dust that swirl about us in
  a slow, stately waltz. tourists gaze beside us, their cameras flashing,
  their voices whispering in muffled awe.
  
  
  
  we slip out into the cemetary, solemn grey watchers of souls departed
  greet us. our words are silent, the conversation internal. our game of
  hide&seek is found deeply laden with blasphemy and we are gently
  asked to leave.
  
  
  
  laughter unburdened by sorrow, lips as sweet as honeysuckle nectar,
  inhaled breath deeply tinged with the heaviness of jasmine, your touch
  tattoes my skin.
  
  
  
  and if this is simply pleasure for pleasures sake. then so be it.
  
  
  
      you have unhinged my wings, set my pen to paper with the finest ink.
  
         so these days that pass too quickly
  
               be it with a lover i could never keep
  
                     i would not trade for the world.
  
  

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