The art
was in the way she moved
in the logic of all my dreams
see, I would like to make her my secret
but such silence would betray me
a reflective pause
skillfully woven into the fabric
of our conversation
strategic innuendo
that catches the ear by surprise
a passionate contemplation
a fruit
cool and sweet
from the body of the virgin
an elusive butterfly
captured.
Harlequin Rose
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