"as Alice plays--with streaks of blonde hair
I am emptied of trepidation
sanctity comes to me in the form of the feeling
of a past lover's fingers through my hair
licking lips and fine fibers surround us
harboring intakes of pain [realizing left and right]
the touch of a dragonfly upon my arm
the taste of wild blueberries
the scent of wild mustard
the dancing of a candle flame
fingers wrapped around my shoulders
separated from one another's thoughts
Alice's notes kiss my lips and sigh through their nostrils
and so I wait, for that eternal kiss"
Copyright (C) 2014 Donald Pachinger

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