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tomorrow's passion
memory's price
mercies measured by
tools for pleasure
as variety is more than
a mere tasty spice
howling suppression
intimate expression
a future withheld
without any question
poignancy compelled
the fog dissipates
in the late morning's light
as the sun comes
ever nearer
never echoes on
unheard
undesired
unimaginable
to every last vestige
of hope
promise for me,
pulsatingly pools
in that low, low sweet dropping
of your tender voice
a thousand symphonies bathe
in that gravelly baritone
you oh so lovingly exploit
for my ever eavesdropping ears
thank you for all
'The Music Of Your Finest Desires'...............
(Aug. 20, 2012 546 pm)