Sunday, March 06, 2005

Pretty Pointless

A young man stood captivated and captured
and carouselled in the cryptic crimsom
of tepid tortured boiling blood
at the sight of one seaweed-soaked maiden
cascading in waves of skylight ripples
aglow with the source of the sun
and its big brothers
bathed in moonlight dancing
on white smooth young soft feminine skin
perk-breasted shyness too pure and perfect
to return his glances of gaze or respond
to his brain-wave love psalms
composed by a riverbed stream
until finally he asked her opinion
and she had none
and the illusion was shattered

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