Saturday, May 17, 2008

A Recollection of Passion

I lay serene in the silk of rest, painting vision of perfection with my eyes closed and body still. I showed what I had created to Nocturne and dared it to find one of such a magnitude. Nocturne accepted my dare of perfection and delivered him in a brown paper parcel to my heart. Eagerly I stared at it thinking of what it would contain. Would it match of what I had described or would he like all the others fall in a burst of failed luster.

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