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By kevin urenda Date: 2007 Apr 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.10.11.20.14847]] |
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a moment when every single dream I’d ever had melted away and the fantastic took on corporeal form in the orange light of that fading Friday evening there I was locked, loaded and pointed at the rabbit hole from which there was no return once I unlocked the door, pulled the handle and fell in no longer the image of a woman lithe and inviting on the bed but the reality of you, startled awake by my entrance the angst and anticipation about to be burned away with the remaining fog of your sleep in the light of two suns – you rising and me setting two halves suddenly become a critical mass of emotion as we burned white hot incinerating every broken promise two lives had endured ready to forge the first magic that would be all our own 04.01.07 |