(idea) by Svaha Sat Nov 13 1999 at 9:59:47
to the staccato blinking of his eyes.
hearing two hearts jam like drummers.
merging into trance inducing
polyrhythms of passion. knowing

the essence of regret is never having
tap danced on the face of reason.

or letting logic bitch slap emotion

but always giving
in to ecstasy transcendent.
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