Echko Namazawa
Stage doll of Nipon
Dancing through my
Nights of magic.
Body of grace and
Exquisite face were
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.
...............
Many read this poem at its last outing and I pray your indulgence again. She still lives in the loveliest of my memories where beauty and wonder never fade.
This memory prompted by Tess at Magpie Tales.
Monday, 23 January 2012
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Oh but the ecstatic agony of lusting after the unobtainable!
ReplyDeleteMmmm...makes one dream...
ReplyDeletesweet memories .......
ReplyDeleteHow could one forget this one?
ReplyDeleteGorgeous memory...
ReplyDeleteNice memories ~
ReplyDeletehttp://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2012/01/sevenling-woman.html
Once in our lives magic like this should happen ...
ReplyDeleteonce there, it becomes a slippery slope very easy into what comes next...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI remember this one and have thought of it since - how could you resist
ReplyDeleteReading this, I feel ashamed of my offering this week. How lovely, Stafford. Oh, so lovely...
ReplyDeletesweet mystery...
ReplyDeleteSomeone got caught napping...?
ReplyDeleteOh, Stafford, this is so sensual. Really wonderful. And it contains one of my most favorite words: unbidden.
ReplyDeleteBeyond lust....yes, i understand that completely....this is lovely Stafford!!!
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