I was awed
of cause by intelligence
And flow of thoughts
Ink on paper
Was just an icing
on the delicious cake
My day it was
For paths we crossed
I never described me-
pussyfoot
But
this day
My tongue, I lost
coherence was an alien
and stupidity
I did paint
I dread a second meeting
I long for that physique
Entangled in this dilemma
I rehearse for MY DAY-
Next I mean
Reason departs me
As I swim in fantasy....
LIZ
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