Friday, 4 June 2010

Magics.

Echko Namazawa.

Stage doll of Nipon
Dancing through my
Nights of magic.

Body of grace, her
Exquisite face
Beyond lust.

But while I slept, she
Came once unbidden
To my room.

Waking to soft hands, I
Should have, but could not
Send her away.
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6 comments:

  1. Tess Kincaid4 June 2010 at 7:57 am

    Ooo-la-la!

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  2. Gabrielle Bryden4 June 2010 at 7:18 pm

    Why would you :) lovely pome Stafford

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  3. robeeeeeena6 June 2010 at 8:06 am

    Ah! The Delights
    Of Moonbeam Magic
    Wistful Whisperings
    Lingering
    Languishing
    Savouring
    The Melody Of Memory
    On Your Sensuous Shoulder
    Perhaps

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  4. CHummelKornell7 June 2010 at 1:45 am

    Wonderful what our sleeping mind will do that our waking mind will not. Well done!

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  5. butterfly8 June 2010 at 8:15 am

    Desiderata
    Third Eye Meandering
    Magical Dreaming
    " Exquisite ", Tis True
    Accolades To You

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  6. Anonymous27 August 2010 at 9:54 pm

    Ahh Stafford - thank you for your comments on The Outsider.

    The nicest thing about writing is the thin line between real and imagined, for the writer and the reader.

    Love this poem, and yes I think I can see this is for real!

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