October 16, 2010
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Her bare eyes count (her ligaments a river)
Contracting in minute
Catch-phrases of rhythm
Bouncing, prancing, free (golden sparks shimmy in her vivid eyes)
In corners of empty squares
Resonance is poetry

Unchained fingers
Burn the books of music
Counterfeit, held fast

Tips of fingers on fire
A stream, a burst
Of golden praise
In the depths of her

Unleashing a portrait, a painting
Upon eagles wings

Her naked eyes count
Her bones tremor

Reliving, unbound
Savouring the joy He brings
Running along the keys to open new doors
like the oceans tide simmers to shore

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