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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

she



She came from where the wind began,
An ancient, lost, forbidden land…
The answer to my childhood wish
Whirled upon me like a dervish…

Are the mirrors of my soul,
Stealing more than they deserve?
Am I on the devil’s merry-go-round,
As I gaze upon her loveliness?

I dared to steal a second glance
Was hushed silent by elegance…
“Pleasure has a certain penance.”
Was all she spoke before the kiss…

I gazed within my magic bowl
To see if she would stand or blur…
The sands stood firm under her gown
She in one with my inner self…

©April 22, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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