May 22, 2004


Now she plays among conscious lilies,
White abandon; ivory
& falls again slim songs of
pale blood among
The moon-muted She remembered
sings her......fingers her strings

moon-pale its breasts
Upon youth carelessly bathing
the painted is Caressing
As though it were some strange instrument
Of the arms of the feet,
the hidden body The heart sings at
her fingers She bathes, Lifting her
white lilies, Caressing Yet returns,
to her clutches drips
Tearing out its place;
She the body.
she the heart drips
She The place her Then her.
...its she Without her;

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