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A drop of incandescent colour
on my warming skin
syncopating perfect time
arrival unforeseen
on a tedious day
on a parched spirit
its beguiling essence unrolling
dissolving into soul
reviving reminders of
strong bright days

the look of love
the touch of hand
words unspoken
words knowingly unneeded
words avoided for
patient bleeding
time is leaving
yet love encircling

one clear note
one clear call
the moment, a mere sip of coffee
then one deep breath
leap dive plunge
dye into pigmented idea
allowing all else
a consenting exit
your presence entwined embracing
a drop of incandescent colour

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Some of the Poetry of Etches Penmen and Thomas Poe. Good Mates.