Friday, December 30, 2011

La danse poetic

That would I think of you bodes well
And yet..
And yet..
Come!  And away with me!
Wherever for whenever!  Forever!
I know not of what is known by you.
Wouldst thou tell me?
Would I hear it?
I...I know not.
I know my desire, and it is you...
It is you...

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