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A VERY VERY RADIANT…PIERCING LIGHT A RAY DETECTOR ALL DANCING IN HER EYES A WIND STAMPING US AGAINST A 10 STORY GREY HOTEL WALL FLUORESCED EYES OF IMPRESSIONISM AND PSYCHIC DELIGHT WAITING FOR A STRANGER TAXI AND WE ARE STRANGERS TAXI SPEECHLESS HERE AND DROWNED IN ONE ANOTHERS MUSK I AM BITING INTO A PEAR AND WHISPER TO HER THAT IT TASTE LIKE YOU SHE SMILES REMEMBERING MY RHYTHMIC TONGUE SPLITTING HER LIPS-HER DEEPIST LIPS WHERE THERE IS ONLY MY TONGUE THE POSTWOMAN WEAVES BY US WITH HER SACK OF LETTERS- WHAT TIME IS THIS PLACE? WHAT DAY IS THIS PLACE? WHERE ARE WE-AND WHY IS EVERYONE SO BUSY ABOUT US? IS( X) THIS REVERIE / ENCHANTING AS IN RADIATION AS IN DEEPENING DECEPTION AS IN SEXRAY AND WE ARE SO BLESSED THIS HAPPENSONLY ON BLESSED OCCASIONS Randy Naylor |
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