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tropical dreamsat the river's edgeI would weave a strand of flowers for your hair; a man's eager and hasty weave: broken filaments hidden in a cluster of tiny leaves, with each leaf symbolizing a moment in the night when I woke, fresh and perceptive, my heart doped by memories of your inflections. but you are too beautiful for flowers in your hair, too beautiful for dust upon your cheeks, and I am paralyzed by the distraction of your walk, the sway of thin delicate arms at your side, the several soft fingers that I would cup in my hands and kiss and kiss. (C) 4/28/02 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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