my Dali has eyes
that would melt clocks
time is a mime
all ticks
but no tocks when she
embraces me with
rip van winkle patience
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years could erode
us into cobwebbed bones
yet still I would love
sailing verbs down the canals
in her ears my whispered
endearments waxing and waning
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the gardens of ten thousand
roses all blushing dew
hold her scents that entice
me to breathe her in
and hold her forever a
prisoner of my soul...
cell mates with vast appeal
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