Never Born, Never Died
She can touch me,
reach in
with an inward and knowing finger,
stir my senses,
entice,
until I know for sure
that the dead and the living,
are timeless.
When her love steals my mind away
'2gether', becomes a special word,
a spellbinding word - magical -creative.
I have faith in illusion,
what is unreal for many,
remains ever a fantasy for them,
no wonder their idea of being alive
is a lie told to a liar.
What is real for we who are free,
cannot be explained by old ideas,
or any outworn, buckram logic.
We who know
how to make love to the unseen,
continue to dance -
with the only one.
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