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Apr 2010
in time's unblemished flesh
this silver sliver of bliss
played delicate vibrations
over my sanity
nuzzling my conscience
with it's tempting
calm
cool
violet kisssssssss

reposed in shade
'neath quavering branches
in lucid confusion
they sing the sighing song
of winds splendorous caress

we don't speak
our silence says enough
besides
our oral instruments
were occupied with each others tongues
PK Wakefield
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