You,
my strange,
beautiful woman.
Theres a world,
opposite to your cubical.
Do you sense an absence,
felt a warm embrace,
across the partition.
Linear and symmetrical,
verticals and horizontals,
the walls from here,
reaches out to you.
You, the eye-masked,
hidden, sacred island.
You, my strange,
beautiful woman.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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