October 15, 08
Beguiled by the myriad of leaves in the oval eye
Spectrum of unfolding sheets dripping in dye,
If words became breath and raced along your skin,
Would you give eternity to infinite feeling?
Practitioners taking your breath as medicine,
Injecting what-not to foam underneath your skin,
Watch your skin mock your own flaunting dance,
Will you take away eternity -for infinite feeling?
Irresistible like the needing of spring after winter,
Cutting daisy flowers for each step of your saunter,
Forgetting the burnt crisp ground from your heels,
You'll take me to eternity; then to infinity.
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