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speaking only words
of warm browns
brushed with the heat
of midday sands
upon some gentle island
greens and gold?

I feel you in my heart
in an ocean
laughing at my nakedness
to you
exposed for all my faults
against your faults
that I can never find

You splash me with cleaness
to become as a new
winter's day in crisp delight
but by firelight
in evening
you have hidden treasures
in your touch like summer's day

Infinity Limited Magazine Winter 1993