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| The sad, dimly lit space between romantic yearning and monastic devotion, when the monk and the lover both lay their prayers at a cold, silent altar and resolve to wait until the flood passes. |
CellStreams of dread from your stalwart cup--A porcelain coast surrounding an arid sky. I am only a prisoner of that broken picture-- A fevered window above your sacred space. As salt platitudes surround me, Morning streams through My almost blushing eyes. May 2000 |
f m r lCelebrate delerious subterfugeWhen love smokes like a blaze of honey Brazen in a hot onyx cup And after A flood of languid perfume Your delicious laugh Brilliant caramel 8/1/00 |
HomeBare concrete and gilded marbleShine above a frantic blue sea Smooth mist broken by the brilliant spray Gates festooned with blushing blood petals White peach trees Austere above The winding road June 2000 |