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What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far—
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass—
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss’s face!

The grass does not appear afraid,
I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold
At what is awe to me.

Related somehow they may be,
The sedge stands next the sea—
Where he is floorless
And does no timidity betray

But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

Spiders often spill into the cracks,
Leaving carcasses, still and rotting.
Life sneaks in,
Creeping up the vacant corners --

In this, the ultimate expression;
What you see is not yours
And does not wait for you.

You have me seduced by just your words,
girl, reading these lines, corners of my frame
have come alive tingling; In my secret desire
I admired her whose body was poetry in
motion, but wondered how her mind be:
Now I see your mind is poetry pure, I don't
care to question the beauty sustaining it!
Baby, under saline suns, you in a figure-
hugging dress, yes, let's meet at some sandy
beach, and drunk of your verse mingling
with the breeze - I'll lick those lips that
utter such sublimity, and feel that beauty
on my skin that's capable of such poetry!

when we do meet
too nervous to embrace
we greet one another
with guarded eyes and
cleverly disguised emotion

we might have been lovers once
in reality we are old friends
with nothing in common
but the unacknowledged longing
that binds us close

at what cost, missed opportunity?
I can dream, I can fantasise
yet always, there is the uncertainty

if we had been lovers once
had lain naked in each others arms
what then?

would we be lovers still?
would we still be friends?