ODE TO THE WOUNDLESS SOUL

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staggering Venus

with your pale entreating hands

in the hair of time

just aching to be brushed

a sweet suffering woo

awaits

careful instruction

plausibly reflective

romance sits idle

at your vanity's table

untouched

but decided

a whisper cloud of gentle

feminine mystery

so enchantedly now begins

to unfold

ready at your soonest bidding

to accompany you out into the night

through the eye slit of seduction's

rustled curtains

a refreshing western wind's influence

blows

drifting ever fonder

like a perfected fantasy

into your dazzled mind to dance

while feint fluttering

butterfly's wings

grow restlessly undeniable

in the pit of your stomach

a thread of true love it seems

has alas

come calling

such door revealed

is incapable of

slamming shut on either of us

just as my heart knows

the mere gift of your smile

shall feed my soul aplenty

and should the sharing of you and me

in love

metamorphosis itself into that of

a growing child

then all the stronger too shall grow

our just now started bond

as this very promise and vow that I

speak of

lies in the very for thought of the

stars

we shall be two colliding comets

who burn forever

as one

so too gathered

as perfect and

wound less.......

(Aug 9,2000 7pm)

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