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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Nymphs


Visions of beauty
Moving, in this quiet place
This dry-dusty room
            Dreamlike

The daughters of Zeus
Musing, inhale their perfume
Breathe, in the spirit
Timeless
           
She, just within touch
Curving, my hand at her rib
Feel that missing part
Complete

Enter the pure land
Flowering, the verdant field
Wet, sweet as honey
            Being