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by libera 

Posted: 28 November 2004
Word Count: 170

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touched and felt the textures of his world;
On terraces I basked, on sofas I curled.

Music and incense filtered through rooms like noisy smoke.
Barely a word was heard; we hardly spoke.

Sunsets and dawns coloured my few days;
And rainbow shades merged with the moonlight haze.

I lived his photographs, his paintings - I tasted his wine;
His heavenly haven - so, so divine.

It took me to Europe, India, Bali;
Deepest darkest Africa - maybe even Mali.

But it was in Africa's most southern and sunniest Cape
I spent a pleasant time in blissful escape.

It reeled me in, I was totally drawn.
ĎOh, to live those moments againí, I mourn.

I was overcome with emotion, I became intense.
And a senseless bicker left me incensed.

I long to feel lifted and liberated again;
To be in his beautiful, Utopian Zen.

Oh! to inhale once more, those fragrant candles;
And smooth my hands across the mantles.

But itís not obsession, itís intoxication!
A chaste sensuality without fornication.

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The Walrus at 19:34 on 29 November 2004  Report this post
Powerful memories indeed felt strongly through the senses. Also, a strong sense of losing oneself. I was intrigued by the last stanza. Left me wondering the nature of the relationship?

The Walrus

libera at 09:55 on 30 November 2004  Report this post
walrus, i am still wondering...believe me!

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