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Still Life with Fresh Fruit
The bowl of breakfast fruit into which I stare — Blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, Each globe and slice radiating a sheen Seen in those eternally vibrant still lifes Of the seventeenth-century Flemish painters —
Is your glowing face haloing your gleaming eyes, As they awaken, focus in on me, lying beside you, Beckon me to taste your succulent flesh, juices, Bring the essence of your sleeping being to life, This day of is, harbinger of tomorrow's fresh delicacies.
12/31/10 - (2)
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