stairs
are the best place
to distinguish who’s
approaching…
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they rise on the horizon,
they stand like a metal giant
and you magnetized me…
when the cat arches his back
and aligns for his pounce,….
I was daylight
in the middle of your night…
it starts like a trickle
of syrup, spreading…
Yes, I get excited when I hear
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons
I know it, I recognize it…
I hear the wind
as music…
A Liberation Day will come
after we are blended by starlight,
another girl dreaming …
life comes swinging,
sometimes you stand…
Your hand carries the heat
and softness of the sun…
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