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Date Posted: 15:59:26 11/13/03 Thu
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: dialup-67.75.117.10.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 67.75.117.10
Subject: Your Far Closet

That breeze slips by
you;

ever full,
tiny pollens see

as they
glance,

ricochet
avenues
touching eyes;

They represent, that huge
spray fountain
full of water
thickened gloss
that flings its ways
to heaven, open skies
always, reaching blue
like brand new tattoos

See through
all the particles
in you racing

some irreverent
for passing air;
that stops to see
like a traffic light
hung mid;

center
of dim
imaginations carried
dampest seas

Swoon them,
lightly kiss
the fragrances
amiss,

they will
find your lips
in a hurry,
dab off, the pink
you kept
in those ever
special outlines

Around a big tender
mouth

lavish,
in its
curves
cutting,

that pout often,
in clearest night

or weave
the sunlight's
in -

To, the hoary
places
never left unattended

with huge molars,
down
hung,
up too -

that caress,
in
their film:

a mucous tongue
that's ever, sprouting
like some grand geyser
left, too open
in the woods;
and unknown

Fly me there
your softened rainbow
ever ratcheted,

to play
to fit between those
buds, you taste;
they shall
ever look that
way, and carry
me away

to your feeding bliss
on reeds
grown tender
gentle in a haze
with spots of eyes
ever moistened
realize
it so

to flow,
always, and
sullen
entrap me,
in tears
and weave

like walking
through butter -
scotch pudding
in knee high boots
deep;
so thick and tender

which do suck, and hold me
fast to heals of steel
I walk on, stalk on

to harbors never sailed;
hitched you keep them
spawned in meadows
deep lingerie among torn
sprouted trees
lavender leaves
tender always
under bottoms
where all ragged edges
warn, warm -

me, of the passage
of airs taught
beneath the closing rainbow

there, not to breathe too closely
or see the weave
of a weave -

less,
a garment; hung so
meticulously inside
your far closet

near a full reddened dress
and that long necked scarf
your high boots
dull of finish, and made
of austere black

winded reeds
spotted
rustic
in leaves

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Re: Your Far Closet -- Raphaela, 15:36:50 11/15/03 Sat