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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.02.14.38.3565]] |
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Oh, frantic morning, stealing each hurried kiss from lips that dance on silky skin. Morning scents of lavender, verbena, and fuchsia swim about my head with heated romance. Why must the day turn from cozy feet and kindled fires to anxious souls in sprint on a bumpy street of brick? You flavor my breakfast pancake with a hint of clover and simmer my coffee with chicory. How perfect a feast, so sparingly (carefully) layered with intentional acts of love. I dash out the door, turn backwards to look at my waving seraph, and imagine what delights to expect for dinner. |