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By Ali Date: 2008 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.19.11.35.16488]] |
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Sweet silver shines, a gleam in the night, a star, disappearing-- a promise, and then you run. Underneath your fingertips, you caress soft skin, enticing in every way, until it stops, and then the coin turns. Careful, you know not whose fires you've stolen, whose heart you've thieved without thought, whose lines you've crossed and unraveled. Half of the illusion holds, a trick of truth and light, a clever blend of the real and hindsight-- all the words etched on your face, swiftly, like the lines of years, softly, but you never halted enough to contemplate the way a spark can catch, alight in gypsy eyes-- you, my dear, have met your match. |