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Date Posted: 19:30:09 04/02/04 Fri
Author: AGS
Author Host/IP: ACA261FC.ipt.aol.com / 172.162.97.252
Subject: Wine With Mona Lisa

Mona, again, so
replete, with dazzling lifts as
fluffs; inner sky
she piled, sought and
lifted very high

filled softness,
fired sky

It must brim in rising; with
the soft adored scorn
scored, her tender eyes

and bleaches shadowed;
worn, to drip
a clip,
oh inmost feeling,
she to dwell
and there

has lined our glasses
very well

let us
pour said she,
as a clock that spoke
in tenderness shifted

Wine, that is to be tasted
as wine heaped subtle arrogance
she sifted, the vine
to splashes

of gentle inordinate sips; does
sprinkle; roll it forth, to foam
the dips

of a full harvest perfume
subordinate; she is, now woven
the till; and please do not spill
these glasses that now drips

pleasure; as the moons gale, in rising
or sweet August eclipse

nourish, imbibe, the froth
now hidden inside; do drink
full Mona; I not here to bribe
but help you tilt the glass
so wide

she is offered
as waves blue hued
that last

And sea; its scuffled brief commotions
as dissatisfied; as of lack of station
had, to merely abide inside the glass
or this day viewed

confines; when none, meant truly
to last

as any,
a momentarily disrupted
state; lush brown eyes must filter
litter, with my fate

observed; to be poured
boundary; I hold, such a table
enfolded
around

to weep in the spills too
as sudden high giggles,

will fill, the room with blooms
o� flowers, as the deep vibrancy
of squashed

luscious grape,
and in that linger fell
and then not
do I fully see

till my knuckles covered,
in thee; that which surround
like leapt fire, the glow of you
inside me

so, must settle
remain; top this deep blue sea
velvet, in touch, in glass touches
tongues tasting; with
gentlest small rising
the graded bubbles, they now

Heave, splash, firmament of thine
quill of thirstiness;

that wine that is setting the glass
and only my hand there touches
as offered; like a clam shell of comfort
despair; will it last

and eyes seeing again
discomforts, feel
stands at last
like spilt wine

there never a need
to wipe

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Re: Wine With Mona Lisa -- ashley owen smith, 10:04:45 04/03/04 Sat