By Misti Lake
Date: 18 March 2001
Oscar Wilde & Tchaikovsky
all the squalor is squashed
the gutter is transcended
and we're spinning with the stars
when you touch me in your true way
soothing me
loving me with your eyes and fingers and mouth
molding me
melding with me
our communication ancient & splendid
silent as the desert
cooling in the twilight
a treasure trove of secrets
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