november 1888, a raw Suite, several partes

dos o tres partes de "raw Novembers"

I
I didn't really believe you'd moved toward me;

How could I bear this daze, feelings bruised Blue?
hurts so...this Pain...
Can it be borne... ?

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II

the breeze tilts the Trees' arms in whispers,

insinuating rumours of loves

to come and quietly leave

so softly...

Turn, mi damsel

turn, turn, twirl,
swirl, twirl, spin...
pirouette...(hurts!) 

hush!
  hush... 
  hush...

...turn...

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II

A new kind of Poem

where Words really rhyme;

*only* Words will be tamed here...

should Fear be thy mate,

perhaps

here be not thy sanctified humble home

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Surreal colours circle us - zoom!

concentricity

Do you see strange colors, too?

Their Songs' fingers reach to push together...

to form "Together"  -

my fingertips, timid. upon your neck,

two tiny pain kisses,

azure, sooth-ed rouge...

not until the dazed trainride home,

did I remember

my fingers' molecules

attempting to touch you inside

trying to know you more -

NO.

  whispered los colores: "melt into me...into me...into me..."

They sought to meld us into One ?

the achey Stars, our Energies,

our pliant, suffering, swelled bodies

whoooosh!

  Inside.

Together, inside this Autumn Storm Together

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I shall never forget the Moment we first touched eyes

    no possible hiding...

Words interrupt

 (erupt)

Words interpret our invisible, impossible conversation,

as a bloodied knife, already shredding my Heart & me,

dances in more deeply...

deeper...

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