Untitled Poem #164

Posted: June 4, 1993 in Poetry
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all I think of
in my most precious dreams
is that dangerous dolphin,
you.
flying golden dragon,
delicate butterfly,
wreaths of suntouched hair,
I know you
in each disguise.
you are dessert.

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