Fleshtones

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    A reflection on elusive youth....

    Fleshtones

    In a dream you come to me

    without hesitation, fulfilling

    technicolor fantasies, in tall

    grasses 'til mid night.


    Most memories are washed

    away by evn'tide, burdening me

    only with sweet want and desire.

    But for the dawn, I would stay.


    Your scent is surreal on my

    pillow. I retrace my steps ev'ry

    night to that place, vague paths

    glowing with deja vu.


    Stolen snapshots, frozen, blurry

    hang askew in the hall. A tribute

    to no regrets. 'Twas not a dream.

    I'm sure I was there, and not alone.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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