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19 November 2007 @ 10:21 pm
A lick
and a promise

enticing romantic
indulgences
into controversial
contraband
coming together
under semilunar
breaths of Autumn
the air bringing
whispers of calm
ataraxia
to unformed thoughts
unspoken longing
our tongues
tied with a sweet, sapid
sensation like that
of the Hare Krishna's halva
eaten two summers before
in a Colorodo forest.

Our love was a praxis
of sneaking around
Nickel City treasure troves
dividing the secret loot
amongst ourselves
without inclusion
of other bodies.

We claimed a mantic
belonging with the Universe
which was never ours,
becoming
untouchable, invisible
under stringent radar
serendipity ours alone
throughout night watch
escapades
where even our best friends
were denied privy
to our uncovered existence.

Our ages divided us,
he a Zeitgeist in the most
respectable forms,
an old man
playing chess in park sides,
and I a young woman,
exactly half his age
in body
and wholly his equal
in spirit.
 
 
31 October 2007 @ 03:02 am
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