for Daniel

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A fine chiseled sigh from his pre-thunderous voice That rendered me with carnal vices and devices of choice, Stole away what acumen spirit shaded my sight, And transposed them with pungent reveries of silken delight. The exotic musk, emerging unbound through me with lost force, Placed there and lured flesh ravishing pulses into darkness, Most blunt and coarse. We sat immaterial, swayed, hung within winds of nirvana, Skin against skin, grinning of thoughts adrift in the sole binding breath: He was musing on some lake, out in mysterious green depth Under the mirage of a drunken desert sun, Till she rose, the impish water nymph, and all is done. But he sensed and, though tempting, only glanced at her briefly, Stood almost perplexed in her mental intrigue, fearing… Time loitered near, watching me probing his pools of passing rapture, I kept matches to light, but I'm plagued some death no panacea cure. What dumbfounded fool doth love aim so close and age so far? Though no matters of case nor crude criticism does this mismatch scar, Understand, perhaps, that we live but in each other's verses. You looked to me too soon Orpheus, now sweep up the blood Amon, Through tears and curses. Indeed it was a tragic union of fate to prove most dire, Loving it still and him more was my imminent surrender, Spoon-fed him all my desires and enigma, then stopped to ponder: That one twilight passion shall deprives me of a season, A dawn light realization might fulfill me of a reason, And a prose for the last of my works.

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