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Gypsy III
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Gypsy III |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Gypsy III (a mermaid she should turn to be...) I set down my acetylene on the interstate, too in love and in awe of your watermelon dawn. You have raised up your summery banners and swept down your dulcimer arc, so gracefully, to pick lilies from my past life's color-adorned grave. Please paint back into my borders, Colorado misses your gypsy robes of blackberries and feather blue, a purple mountain majesty capturing my idiot poet heart. Your cages are of crystal, the perfect turntable needle to scratch out my John Lennon-wannabe creativity, while blistering my fingers on your bright halogen halo, hanging loosely from the tips of your devil horns. I simply haven't been the same since you spread your firehoney roses all about my introspection's door, musky sweetness and spice lacing my tea, sitting here, stirring absentmindedly, heart filled to the brim with the embers of your foxy October love. I am falling, I have fallen, flame-colored leaf-like, into your lap of inspiring luxury, writing songs, sculpting deathless art, for you, until I can fairly paper the whole world with your brilliance. Oh can't you tell by now, gypsy dancer, that I am all for you? Oh I forever adore your wanderlust heart, stepping lightly, ballerina twirls and bouncing auburn curls, dancing to the Seeburg crying out Billie Holiday, until the jealous moon slips back into the mystic, holding no candle to you. "Negotiations & love songs are often mistaken for one and the same."--Paul Simon |
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Nocturnal Pulse Member
since 2010-08-12
Posts 84Australia |
Unrequited love runs deep, and oft' turns to an almost sickly admiration for that person. You've portrayed it well. |
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