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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.12.29.3593]] |
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the warm rains on the Florentine plaza dripped like syrup, giving a soft, honey-hued luster to your olive skin you are more stunning to me than any la bellezza it is now just 20 minutes until I must part by train and I fear this week will feel too much like fiction with all the truth and splendor twisted into trepidation after I have been riding for two days in a railcar my fears begin when you leave my arms I have a partial hell burdening my wings; pressing them down until I feel they will never again right themselves to take flight with the wind I reside in a place that has walls to refuse the wonder of a love that rattles deep in the souls of others like brilliant, contagious thunder from a summer storm no sanctuary or asylum will permit me to scrawl words of escape, freedom, triumph or delivery from empty dreams the only gift I possess is to emulate the warm retreat found while wrapped 'neath a blanket of luminous night sky |