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We were young and beautiful.
     We tasted each other and feasted
     on our banquet. I smell you still
     I'm 73 and you're beside me in bed
     in dreams that are more alive
     than my daily crawling to death.
Knowing makes me wonder
At evocative truths which abound
Salient sentience is a crucible
Where the enlightened meet
To sip ambrosia’s elixirs
Enrapturing mesmeric enchantments
Fecund grace ensues
Pervasions depths seem within reach
With treatises we expound
Lecherous libido’s pandemic liaisons
A chorus so unique
Each one a sentinel equation
In harmony replete
The decadent arrogant squirm
As rubato’s flair reveals
All the things that might have been
The love that they concealed
As they reach with grasping greedy hands
For things they can not steal
Intrepid autonomy existential exigence!
I thought I saw you there naked and alone
Like a wish I made at Christmas all dressed in earthen tones
All misty water color hues and clouds with sunshine on
Fading into rainbows that smiled and were gone
Beside the mighty ocean with its thundering primal tide
Your savage beauty's innocence shone from deep inside
I love you once , I love you twice , I love you for all time
To me you are perfection in syncopated rhyme
I always knew I'd find you there I know you with my mind
A place where I have always been and may never leave behind
I bring to you my hopes and dreams things that may never be
To dwell with you forever beside our lonely tree
Written more to the feminine mystique in general than to an actual lover.
I'll walk with you tomorrow along the endless shore, while the primal tides are beckoning what has never been before.
Preternatural's ostensibly immortal fecund!
I've been here before. I know
  the drill, the prayers, the coffee
  and stale cookies we learn to love.
  Some are court ordered going through
  the motions. Some are earnest with
  hope in their eyes. We're all addicts.
  We want to live in a different place
  where we change it to suit our needs.
  Forget the past. Let it grieve itself.
  We must move beyond *******.
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