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THE MORNING AFTER
The morning after such is my encounter with you
the glow of inner space filled with gossamer
gently toward the ground I float in all grace
to skip upon the surface of the heart's sun
somberly quoting Shakespeare and Goethe
tree bark resembles my broken tongue
No words, dear (unless you speak angelic verse)
explosions, fireballs, flotsam and jetsam
no feelings, sweetness, I pray you understand
And now I am on solid ground -- the world at large
within the space of my beating heart
each second an eternity to once again see your face
-- // --
the glow of inner space filled with gossamer
gently toward the ground I float in all grace
to skip upon the surface of the heart's sun
somberly quoting Shakespeare and Goethe
tree bark resembles my broken tongue
No words, dear (unless you speak angelic verse)
explosions, fireballs, flotsam and jetsam
no feelings, sweetness, I pray you understand
And now I am on solid ground -- the world at large
within the space of my beating heart
each second an eternity to once again see your face
-- // --
Published 11th Jul 2013
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