Woman
Eyes stone of translucent source caressing the rounded off blacknesswith the soft hands of ivory Hair clouds of the dark morning announcing afternoons of who knows who knows how many other fights still how many Mouth flower without garden without desert solitary in the twilight of the skin at the whim of the thoughts motionless winds of maybes that soothe the insurrection of the whys Body island planet where unfocused futures dawnand indefectible sunsets prevail ground in which appetites and dreams bloom in the flower-beds of lights that I cultivate in the territories without time without places that looks sublimate in emotion and spell Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 11:04 AM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"Eyes stone of translucent source caressing the rounded off blacknesswith the soft hands of ivory Hair clouds of the dark morning announcing afternoons of who knows who knows how many other fights still how many Mouth flower without garden without desert solitary in the twilight of the skin at the whim of the thoughts motionless winds of maybes that soothe the insurrection of the whys Body island planet where unfocused futures dawnand indefectible sunsets prevail ground in which appetites and dreams bloom in the flower-beds of lights that I cultivate in the territories without time without places that looks sublimate in emotion and spell..."