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"wreath of misty breathy words of..."
- James Pete Taylor (1978 - )

    wreath of misty breathy words of...
    rising above her head,
    hair shines under stars,
    in the cold crisp moon-
    light lit night
    dissipate into nothing I would call
    is her happy quiet
    I'm-so-glad-it's-you smile
    is what she seems to say with
    subtle, too much for words,
    is her manner as she reaches out
    -her fingers cold in the autumn air-
    gently brushes my face
    the heat, nearly burning me,
    of her gaze, not gazing, pulling
    me into the depths I so do love to sink
    with her into time where
    like her eyes in the starry starry night
    we will dance to
    the music of this moment is forever.


© 1998 James Pete Taylor.
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