The Dream

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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
like a man with a
new sports car
down and up again
to the sharper peaks
of chin
of cheek
Returning, as if
to the memory of youth
to the wonderful
menace of her
her purity, her passion
her eyes