Wednesday, August 28, 2013



You enter the room
compose a vision
sandy haired
frump mop wild uncontrollable
mane follicle encircled ethereal haloed aura
frame almond eyes

You look in the room
intense fiery scrutinized
accepting gaze from tower on high
permafrost pools soak my sandals

You touch the room
softly gentle caresses of enraptured
grief sorrow sadness at
the withdrawn hand too soon

You speak to the room
worded thoughts trickle
Seraphim translate an Opus
not meant for ears so common
a not so simple word


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