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Nov 2020
The ecstasy of gold is self contained inside my heart
in a spot where memory holds you in for all my days  
My silent eyes have touched you in a million ways
and my silent tongue has tasted you in every part  

My hands have cooked for you and poured you wine  
and lips of wet have traced your chin time after time
I am a gypsy soul that found her first reunion ring
and my caravan of love is you, you make me sing

I've sat with you in the parlor room right after bath  
and shared with you the linen breath of my youth
together we bloomed flowers and trailed our path
back to the future where we lived out our truth,

The ecstasy of gold is self contained inside my heart
I know that but have I ever told   YOU,  that !

November 1st, 2020
vienna bombardieri
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vienna bombardieri  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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