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Hyacinth garden I GAZED, AUBURN FLIRTING BETWEEN FLAMES IN A FLICKERING MAZE.
SEE THE WAX OF BEAUTY AND DESIRE.
IN THE AMBER WARM LIGHT, SHE IS DRIPPING INTO HER DANGEROUS DREAMS.
CANDLELIT SPELL AN ESSENCE EMBRACED BY DELICATE WHITE SILK.
EYES FADE TO DEEP BROWN SWEET LIQUID CHOCOLATE.
HER LIPS AND TONGUE SOFTLY STROKE A WELCOMED INTEREST.
THE FEEL OF HER SLITHERING WILLOWY LEG PARTILLY EXPOSED.
SUITABLE ENCOUNTERS UNDERSTAND FRAGILITY.
IN A PLACE WHERE CHISELED SMOKE CURLS UP FROM SNUFFED OUT CANDLES.
AS SHE CHANGES HERSELF, INTO A CARVED GOLDEN CHRYSANTHEMUM.
I don't know how you do it but it's frightening. Tapping into the collective unconscious or something other skill...it's impressive but again very frightening. I don't know how you do it but I would be lying if I said this is the first time you wrote out events in my life. Moments that are so intimate and personal, written, in verse, by a complete stranger.
You're gifted and it scares the shit out of me.