Blue My Eyes
19 September, 2002
Author: Ken
Somewhere between Summer Street
And Sixth Avenue exists a memory;
Unaltered by time, and propelled
By a repeating harmony-lending a
Gravity that blues my eyes
And lures me from my existence:
Into the calm of a Lower East Side dawn,
Transparent in significance,
Enraptured by you.
Beguiling repetitions for a heart not averse
To being beguiled.
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Webster (4.250.51.152) -- Monday, November 8 2004, 04:36 pm I got a sense of floating in a between-land of love's rapture. Hard to define, but real. |
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