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love grasps me I am caged once more

I shiver with the longing of pleasure and pain

mists emit absolute divine and then become an illusion

while darkness becomes an acoustic sight

our sweet imagining cannot be reduced like being chastised by a razor sharp tongue





a disquieting perfume fills the last summer night

like all the poetry I cannot remember

they vanish among the roseate myth onto September

a total of life’s illustration in some poems delight





now this golden curse dispense your duty

within lovers' lingering storm my heart’s rain will shower

although time is going very well with deference to beauty

though love cannot shorten maddening hours

time destroy's the rules of love for what is sensed