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Jan 2017
I hand you stray scribbles to
mull over, fade to history whence.

I trouble your lips in my bliss
long recalled, our mists sentence.

I capture parts, your shadow,
while lullied by airs soft purring.

I twirl in hairs dancing song,
treasure steps joined unerring.

I drink you by shapes whole
picture a face scarves behind.

I see your wicked grin flare
before dark void to unwind.

I recall, so hold part of you,
memories treasured by two.

I wait responses as come
leash seizes my mirth true.
A P Taylor
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A P Taylor  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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