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FIND ME. Find me. I looked for her in the shadows Through the dark and musty hallways Of my secret mind ‘Find me, Dream Poet’, she whispers ‘And all will be yours’ I have made love to many ghosts, spectres Who lay in the pit of my past And some, who still excite, are a joy to me That I see them through imagination’s sweet time That I picture faces and bodies And I play to such speculation Till exhaustion causes me to stay my hand Then I wait, searching among other photos For new excitements and renewed condition But she is there, waiting for me in the shadows This vamp, this illusion which is the only means Of extraordinary satisfaction ‘Find me, Dream Poet’ she whispers ‘And all will be yours’ I know she is there, mannequin-spirit She waits in the darkness But I feel her touch me With hands as soft as a rising moon Which whispers’ itself across an unruly sky And fingers, as gentle as the quiet rain Run to my length and rise me to that purple sky And I am a skyscraper Which stabs at the blue Seeking to penetrate the Sun And gentle in style yet knowing Does her ghost-fingers play, softly touching Running the full length of a blood-rush Till, with a gasping sigh of spent energy I jerk to the flood of my senses In an excellence of exhilaration And I lay still, in that dark Silent, except for her whisper… ‘Find me Dream Poet’, she whispers ‘And all will be yours… Find me then will you know a joy of intimacy Find me and there will be no earth for us No staying to the shadows but a light of heaven’ ‘Find me, Dream Poet and I am yours!’ Again, she whispers… ‘Find me Dream Poet before I leave!’ |
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.... just a fingertip out of reach...... sighhhh
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