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The Scarlet Marquise
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Love In my mind's eye,
I see you awash in scarlet.
The fullness of you
bringing a smile to my face.
In the theater of my mind,
I watch you play.
The method of you,
the movement of you,
making me take notice.
In my train of thought,
you ride as the one passenger
I notice as I enter the car
[there is always one].
The seamstress' scarlet marquise
drapes over your frame with
an almost loving caress.
And the love it makes
while in Zen-like unity with
your body is enough to give
me pause and take the air
from me.
My imagination sees you clearly
and with sincere conviction
I place you in the forefront
of my thoughts
for the duration.
And as I drink you in,
noone can remove your visage
from my temporal reverie.
For you are stark and real
and excitingly, profoundly
striking.
What soul is so remarkable
as to have windows so
deep and clear, one can never
see their source?
You move me.
As sound moves air,
as life creates memories,
You are my eternal visual.
And if you are all I ever see,
I will watch...
4ever.
