Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories
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, 06-16-2009 at 05:49 PM (3960 Views)
...I see her there,
Swollen from the foreign heat,
She beads-up sweat, and cools the Earth before her,
She leaves her foot-prints in the sands
of time...there is no time.
She waits, and is noticed, in the frolic of her dismissal,
but I see,
I see her,
I know her,
every inch, every, curve and latice, ... my hand beacons,
the water ripples outward of her walk, and obeys to her annoyance -
But I know more, than the water: I know her...
Her eyes meet mine, and in this occasion, we are both met with a smile,
we are both known by a connection, that is oddly familiar amongst the strength - of the Erotic.