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while silken streams
of white carnations
down my legs fell

into a delicate web
a blood spot formed
on a blackened moon

you slid off me
on a three legged stool
you smoked in golden fog

like happy lanterns
your breasts brightened
a cold blue sky

furious with stars
in a Zen moment
the window closed itself

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[Collage and Poem by Barry Burgess]