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By twinkle Date: 2002 Sep 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.19.22.10.15086]] |
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in this unsafe café, through flights of unseamed skies i am found in freedom air as if a summer dove, or perhaps like the beautiful fury of the salsa (found deep on wild dance floors). could it be like this ? - full of sweet red passion pressing firmly upon my hungry lips. unfolded and undone by your hurricane hands; unfamiliar and sweet in the strangeness of their scope starrier than these manmade skyscrapers. you are wonderfully unexplored i am carefully and painfully revealed painted lovely your robes are more than i have ever seen or dreamed. the lights beam out above your eyes they are every color i could seem to touch - spreading and coating and soaking through, you dye me faithful blue and so gorgeous i could weep with love in the unsafeness of this café. |