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nana cleopatra
by Kathleen Wilsonimagination's solid ground
does not know quicksand
grows in the desert
walks up
pyramids
lives inside
before she slides
swings Nile to Atlantic
we glide
into her center
alternate stars crossing
mothers and daughters
generations of imagery
her allure
we step into her profile
and out to see
where do they go all of them
the lovers
dissolving hands
negative passions
it took those for us to take
the liberty she took
I build my house
on this oasis
10/30/2009 Posted on 10/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/31/09 at 06:49 PM And the more souls who resonate together the greater the intensity of their love and, mirror-like, each soul reflects the other. Beautiful poem. Delighted. Thanks. |
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