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Night

The seduction of a feel, Of a flower, Of deep night. When I think of catching the spirit, Of the Night. Over there On the Palm Over the stairs. If i could catch That Slump Into a gaze. Encryption And Put it in a Vase… Bottle… Paper… The touch, so deeply desirable, The bloom is opened, Especially in the kind dark. Reaching For the comfort of this living ghost, That Warms the evening. My view is Of the Arching branch Sheltering the walkway. With Graceful sway It enlivens my spirit. Few, perhaps only one Feel The sensuous art Of phrase... Of hand... Thought convoyed by eyes only... Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

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