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still i taste my lady from first
i met her in the wake of night.
a tiny flake of gold,
traveling at the speed of light.
i dipped my plume, and
used her bright white on a canvas black,
mapped my way to her land.
Before i had another thought
my heart racing,
gone this woman i sought.
on the following eve,
i returned to the blind spot
hoping for a reprieve.
nothing glowed not then,
not 'nother 'leven times, 'n still I tried,
but for not again.
then above the silence of a scream
i heard a glow, saw a sound,
i felt a vision, a faceless dream.
it was my woman of yellow ore, my finely cut prism of glass,
with an inviting scent she beckoned me to taste her fast
like a ray of sun i travelled through and to the other side i did pass.
from solid to a multicolored arch, from half to whole,
and almost before it started, it ended,
a dark grey cloud, with lightning and thunder a pinhole
a lively pillow of moisture, burst!
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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