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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

In The Night (Cascading Poem)

Rippling down across bare shoulders
falls in silken ropy tresses
your hair perfumed
in mother essence

Looking up you are there
in the night
shimmering your hair
rippling down across bare shoulders

Reaching out the morning light
sparkling with new sun
shimmering, your hair
falls in ropy tresses

Surfacing from tumbled dreams
in the middle of day
grazing my cheek
your hair perfumed

Suddenly the empty night pours
melted into vanished years
perfumed, silken, dark-drenched
in mother essence

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