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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Jul 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.13.20.05.4038]] |
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she stands, down stage right the continued apotheosis of this man I cannot escape, takes more of my time than is visible from any angle it takes careful attention and worship of each, unintentional, spoken phrase or motion to be renovated into what I see as a grand gesture of love I wonder if my need has ascended to a dangerous summit dare I say, that I beg to kneel before him with lashes fluttering, lips wet and ready for kiss; this moment is an eternity to me I am nowhere to be found, save for the warm place I linger waiting, close by |