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Monday, November 16, 2009

PRIVATION

There was a moment, a connection
when the breeze whispered
your inner privation.

I stood silent and listened...

Its rustling stirred the smell of Jasmine
embedded in your dreams,
blowing through my fingers, wanting to take hold.


PRIVATION

1 comment:

anaisnais said...

A beautiful, sensual write. Thanks for sharing.