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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Enchanting
Too awake to dream, too tired to sleep I float on clouds, woven from sheer bliss Scents beckon my nose to inhale Your silhouette upon my pillow remains still.. A memory in which to wantonly wallow A vision too delicious to quickly swallow A forgotten kiss I find upon my breast Begs me to place it in my hope chest... Too frenzied to sit still, too content to move I sway to music that plays only in my head Sated breaths, heartbeats follow me to my bed Where I sprawl, in love, waiting to dream again. raw || truth |