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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Cloud Busting

A streak across the is breath, there in the blackness of night canopy;
Breath - when you spoke a moment so near my neck that
The hair stood on end, straining nearer to your lips:
Fast cilia, waving, and fine that
Shadow suggestion made my
Quiver, in its
And then, the earth turned....was turned.
Suddenness, and I had
Taken Your Breath for
with just a glimmer and Twinkle in my Eyes
For Comfort, amidst the
Pure Jewry.

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