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::sunday wishingwell::
by Bethany Lee
i wish the opportunity
would a r i s e
to where i could teach you
lessons
of full bodysurrender...
would you come to me on crawling knees,
begging for a taste...
(sounds like someone i used to know) s i d e t r a c k e d always
by your related words
and the wine glass refills
with sighs in heartache...
let's try this again, shall we?
mr. bluecarresses,
woman of the garden here,
appearing at the stroke of anything,
let alone midnight.
descending starspiral staircases,
to make tiny tornadoes of your breath
as it travels south towards me
on the wings of invisible fireflies
so i am to say
you are a new muse,
another apple for eve to have a slice of...
though, i lack the ability of
f r e e
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
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into any pile of
illuminated autumnkissed leaves
i wish.
for sensuality breathes nonstop within me,
and your soul-penetrating glare
just adds to the flame...
so when you are near,
breathe softly into my ear
so that i might hear
every treasure-trapped word.
10/21/2002 Posted on 10/21/2002
Copyright © 2025 Bethany Lee
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