poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Sunshine girl
In haste she brushed past me, and I have become awash in her light. Like a leafe I quiver'd, my breast shy but in me her innocence did such fires ignite Of me she took no notice but that she would deny I fell to my knees as I might It is only proper and right At first a challenge, a siege of the heart my chance for romance and carnal conquest. But such Byzantine stratagems are but part of the games pagan deities play, I have guessed. Tall, slender wise, quiet Brilliant, tender mine lovely owlet. From the worlds above onto my path she fell and a great destiny for me I divine for few are those who under her care and aegis may dwell. A luminous realm, serene... sublime a circle of love, this spell wherein to mature, transcend and shine. I pray my side you never leave, my Tonatiú. My sunshine girl. Child of the northern sun. And my lips your sweetness forever bedew. May your love remain with me always, in my lyf's run. [1/14/02]
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