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Zephyrs breach this cobble wall,
gusts of morning glory breezes
swirl enchanting echoes about my weary mind
I reach for the top, pulling myself to my feet
so that I may see that which is calling
in wind swept phrases of poetic vistas…finding me

“Hallucinating?”

Breathless, I lean on moss covered stone,
weakened by mystic dreams and sighed fragrance
For the beauty which engulfs my sight
of lavender reaches in ribbon’d flow,
brush strokes of cocoa eyes smiling
now grasp my body, wrapping me in passion’d bliss…touching me

“Hypnotically”

“What magic is this?” I call out from the shadows
in wheezing of broken harmony
“I am love," she whispers as my breath escapes
Clutching my chest in fevered emotions,
wide eyed dimensions course my now beaming face
as all of life has bloomed within my being…and I fall

“Hyperventilating”

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