Even the eyes...
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, 12-26-2006 at 01:08 AM (3322 Views)
Even the eyes transcend a momentary cause…
a haze, as if the vast boundlessness
of fields were her.
(It would seem so)
The way the bedclothes slid away
and left her body bare,
a peach-touched texture,
nonspecific, gaining softer
against the soft lit air,
or how the greenery and sky
uplifts her hair, caressing softly
there and there.
She, like an Atmosphere of Land in part,
beside a bedroom abrupt and distinct
(in me)