I will model my death mask for you;
And you can kiss my then cold lips,
Since warmly alive wasn't what you ever craved from me.
And even if I never get kissed by you,
...
A sudden bird cacophony
Came to me like a symphony:
They each played their part; majors and minors,
Piping their art; well skilled and first timers.
...
In the moonlight, the room is all in silhouette:
The candles extinguished, the flowers sleeping
Through all the cavernous, hollowed hours, within their crystal vases.
The piano naps, large and indistinct; like a low, rumbling boulder
...
Because you were beautiful
The frost formed fingerprints, on window glass
As if to touch your shoulder, when you pass;
Or write in code, your name upon the leaves
...
Darkened women's rooms
Have a hint of the mystical about them;
Boudoirs with traces of nylon and lace, whispers of musk,
Rouge stains on satin, and curling irons.
...
This place feels so steadfast and eternal;
Yet in a hundred years or more, must become a ruin
Marring an otherwise pristine nature,
With rusting hulk of metal carcass.
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He laughs in words sorely
Your expense at his entertainment
Watching him think you the clever child constructs
His words, using up new sentence struts
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There is a nun soul inside of me somewhere:
I notice traces of it sometimes
A distant glow of candle light flickering
A wafting of incense and whispered chanting
...
At unexpected moments in the day
I learn about magic hidden inside of living.
When I drink from a colored glass,
I drink in a part of a rainbow, shining
...