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By delilah Date: 2001 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.21.11.40.5436]] |
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she blew into my life like a sirocco drifts over the mediterranean sunset her skin like fleshy drupes lounging on a tree of olives cabernet lips, deep as ocean tide rolling out to sea her memory lingers on my oblivion teasing my perception of what is real, and what is but a figment of my sensibility those eyes unchanging [will she remember me once I am gone??] but none of this matters anymore she is but a midnight recollection invading my subconscious -- she is my beautiful dream. |