My heart winks you into permanence:
writing, sketching, reading
Whatever it is you are doing now
in dark-gray lead on plain paper;
no burgundy hues amber in light
cobalt blue for stark emphasis
or a thesaurus accompaniment
to redefine that which simply is:
A portrait in need of no retouching;
words perfect in formation
shaping Universal omens
sacrosanct souls amid pupils
Soon the crocuses will come
as madness skulking the brain
sweet smoke of morning hashish
and Spring in her nightdress
Hair clouding slate pillows of rain
smelling of furrowed earth and trees
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