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09/30/09 - (2)
Seduced
For the past hour and a half, I've sat on this restaurant's patio, in Clayton, Missouri, Gazing up, past stars blighted by city lights,
At the sensually tumescent moon, Who reminds me, palpably, elegiacally, Of the northern Wisconsin welkin I left, Sunday past.
And I find myself quivering, Shivering with inordinate inner warmth, Asking why the bright moon excites me so, tonight.
And all I can think, conjure, devise, infer Is that Diana is romance, passion, love, rapture, The lady who seduced me, in Lake Nebagamon,
On my most recent retreat from St. Louis To the far reaches of freedom, Where life relies on her to disseminate beauty,
Teach suitors that universal spirituality Is looking, longing, touching, hugging, kissing — Those intimacies that initiate loneliness into oneness,
Illuminate invisible stars, within the hazy Milky Way, I know hover somewhere above me, Speaking the language the moon's tongue enunciates.
09/30/09 - (2)
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