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by Doug Tanoury
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And I tell her
Write to me in feminine fonts
That flower and bloom and
Twist in flowing script
And curve in colored pale pastels
That calls to mind
A fullness of Lips and the hint of hues
That form crescents of flushness
Around her cheeks
And I tell her
Talk to me only with a tint of pink words
Whispered on the ether of each exhale
And floating weightless
On the warm vapor of each breath
For I am helpless and entranced
Possessed and driven by each letter
And word and phrase and line
And I tell her
Take these hands and move them
To capture each word that falls
From her mouth and is the
The slow ripened fruit
Of many idle hours
And graces my writing table
In lushness like a still life
With peaches and orangesAnd I tell her
Write to me in feminine fonts
That flower and bloom and
Twist in flowing script
And curve in colored pale pastels
That calls to mind
A fullness of Lips and the hint of hues
That form crescents of flushness
Around her cheeks
And I tell her
Talk to me only with a tint of pink words
Whispered on the ether of each exhale
And floating weightless
On the warm vapor of each breath
For I am helpless and entranced
Possessed and driven by each letter
And word and phrase and line
And I tell her
Take these hands and move them
To capture each word that falls
From her mouth and is the
The slow ripened fruit
Of many idle hours
And graces my writing table
In lushness like a still life
With peaches and oranges |
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