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By kindred_spirit49 Date: 2003 Apr 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.04.09.51.22408]] |
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visions and dreams... slide from my fantasy to accumulate at my feet in a pool of articulate colors and with closed eyes they present themselves withthe sharp recollection that you...... ........are my reality you are the fair right to my fantasies that I confide the deep secrets of my insanities and show you the dark side of my smile that hides on the far end of my unspoken thoughts staring back through the tangled webs that cling to the dusty corners of my mind and murmuring soft sighs of self-righteousness if you are my fantasy to whom...then... do I whisper my dreams who will understand the terror of my fears or the depth of the grey painted on the shadows of my endless nights how will I color you with the expectations of now and forever or speak to in the heavy hoarse voice weighted by the many shades of purpled lust to share with you the visions of my yearnings and make you fall in love with me again and again to know the delicate touch of your lips or taste the moist scent of you rising in the heat of early morning who will quell this crazed obsession revealed ...... by this articulated frenzy that now tangles the dampened sheets of my bed and fills my head with the eternal need for the exquisite feel of your silken skin now painted in soft tones of smooth ivory from the glow of the full moon shining on this madness that I have released upon the world with my hearts revelation of it's obsession of an eloquent love found in you as you are my love, my dream, my fantasy and i am your poet |