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Date Posted: 15:05:04 11/01/03 Sat
Author: Rafa�l
Author Host/IP: ppp-0-222.lond-a-2.access.uk.tiscali.com / 80.225.204.222
Subject: Monsoon I

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Monsoon I

Delicately poised cylindrical concise in form while blended by transparency
a single glass of matured-full bodied claret. The plumes from burning weed
that awaits to be freed while a highness defies royal decree.
Where now to wander in thought, as day prescribes a little less than desire to
adorn an agenda which aches for titillation and total consummation.
Footsteps perhaps, and some of that mist, yes you know the stuff, atmospheric
and did I forget to mention how dark this all seems?

Let�s go�... A lamp burns one side of the street, the bustle inside a door beyond
persuades a little closer inspection. �Jesus lives in Accra�, a sign above the door
relays in a tongue imposed when imperialism came to stay.
�God bless you� a dusky, almost sensual voice exclaims upon entry into where
each guest checks in. �Would you like a room� she enquires sheepishly while her
eyes transfixed by my paleness enquire further. �Yes please, two days� I reply
with my usual economical wordiness. In taking the pen from her hand I notice
the dark skin of her voluptuous bare mid-drift and then scribble my name.
�Do you have a telephone I can use please� I ask while she rattles and eventually
selects a single key from a drawer beneath the counter.
�The telephone, over there� she points as I depart deciding the hour inappropriate
and that perhaps sleep, a necessary pursuit best explored from within my room.
5am voices from outside the window curtail my temporary unawareness, it occurs
to me after a few moments I cannot understand a word they are saying.
Curtains drawn and my eyes adjust a little quicker than my perception is able or
inclined, and I ponder my motivation for being here.

Remembering how out of no-where an e mail arrived explaining how my address
had appeared in cyber-space and indicated UK as being where I might reside.
A young woman having a curiosity while exploring a new caf� in which they say
a world too far away can be displayed. Now here I am, at her invite still wondering
why? and overwhelmed to some extent by this.

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Replies:

Re: Monsoon I -- AAAGGGSSS, 18:42:54 11/04/03 Tue
- Re: Monsoon I -- Rafa�l, 05:11:58 11/08/03 Sat
Re: Monsoon I -- Raphaela, 11:55:47 11/13/03 Thu