I love the way you dream
Full & rich & thick
like the scent of fresh ground coffee beans
bold
grabbing me up in the unapologetic aromas
of your enthusiasm
carrying me along
daring me to feel it
as though if you just
think it intensely enough
I will get swept up
and dream it too
You may not be wrong.
There is a lot going on
in the world of my emotions
things that precurse your arrival
But I am very susceptible to marketing.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Sunday, January 28, 2007
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