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The eyes make a woman
somehow surreal
dark and devilish
somehow drastic
in their opposition
to the cool curves
of the slick mountain
roads I followed
up and down…
I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
What’s that you say?
“Courage today?”
I’ll stick to my insolent self-assuredness,
infuriating, unfriendly and full of fight…
Think, thank, thoughts coming unglued, falling unfastened, the feeling ensued with words tumbling from the pages of my mind, eyes blurred, a flash of white, then blind my world unkempt, disorderly, in disarray… what meaning shall i take from today?
Full of spirit, footloose and fancy free,
we wandered within,
filled glasses, toasted fine friends
and I found my eyes fixed on Sunmi…
is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred
is it not absurd…
Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung – musky in the air. Full and soft.
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