Just a little something I wrote for a friend.
Ode to a Goddess
I have not forgotten. How could I?
My eyes are impregnated with the perfume of your vision, of your art.
Where else can I possibly replace the delicacy?
The secrecy? The infinity? The pleasure? The poison?
My eyes are impregnated with your vision, I could not escape.
Once I saw, I am...
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Ode to a Goddess
I have not forgotten. How could I?
My eyes are impregnated with the perfume of your vision, of your art.
Where else can I possibly replace the delicacy?
The secrecy? The infinity? The pleasure? The poison?
My eyes are impregnated with your vision, I could not escape.
Once I saw, I am...
Read More