i once made love
to a girl who seemed
to blow bubbles
of moonlight into
room when she spoke
and the bursting bubbles
bellowed an iridescent
all-lit-up-wonderfulness
in her smile
with that kind of love
that only women know
and that unknown
thing drew me
as if to complete
myself
and i fell
near
and then all
the way
into the
very place
but she was
no where to
be found
only myself
in the image
of her
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