her like formed pearl
in  an ocean of darkness
let us finish the time
diaphanous touch like bleeding light
transparent  as velvet underground music
but without touch  all is vain
seascapes and sea-gates her eyes to enter
breaths and curtains
and rainbow carnations
of tender martyrdoms
chocolate martinis
and  Baileys  as balsam
in the Intermezzo cafe
in the mixed voices and the mixed veins
and dimmed colors  we lived the oracles

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