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I met a woman

she wasn’t there

not even air

words & pictures made of light

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She was

what I have come

to behold

a spirituality

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Alas, our fingertips danced

oceans apart

something was there

besides air

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Words bounced around

balls of silly putty

‘tween us & then poof!

she was gone

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She had a whip

and a smile

to employ

in a dark place

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But I saw something

completely different

in the lady’s

smiley face

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T’was

an

angel

a spirituality

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These pictures

they’re made to steal

with a click

do with them what you wish

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But there are consequences

yes, she’s here, she’s gone

touched yet untouched

an internet spirituality

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Beautiful warm

so vibrant & real

hair flowing, shoulders with

a smooth firm curve

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Eyes of color of soul

make my heart glow

make my words bounce

across the sea

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Silly

putty

spirit-

uality!

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Another woman come along

smoothly chirping

a bubbly brook

a fluttering floating song

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For what is she looking?

fingertips deftly dive into my pocket to find

the prayer of a tramp

a coin-less hole

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An exquisitely well mannered dove

she too welds a whip

but it’s for me to use on her

I won’t, I can’t!

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Click

whoa!

I find pictures more pictures

pictures galore

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She’s born-again gorgeous

has no whip

nor

is she a whore

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She’s simply there

dressed up & dressed down

in a thousand dresses

for any old horn-dog clown

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She

is

Catholic

as can be

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And I am

old

poor

yet free

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Beloved spiritualities

flitting in & out of

my eye ~ how can I

not love you?

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Love ~ is it

really there, really here

made not of brick

made not of air?

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from Rawclyde!

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http://www.historicpalace.com

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