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 Do you miss me? December 7, 2002 The Iranian You ask and I ponder That fog of a question --If fogs were ever to grow in the skies of sentences. I do miss February ...............................-- desperately The way the bolt of longing Cracked the month in half Leaving an abbreviated occasion ..............................On one side And on the other The purifying jolt of our tide. I miss March The way you kissed the mar away With unhesitating lips And what remained - a blazing arch was the cat-back of desire Over a trampled torso In a clawed tangle We wished to never unravel. I miss the certainty The June-blue clarity of your eyes. But most of all I miss the soaring sensation of possibility The love-ignited sound of the implosion .........................................of all impossibility. I miss the glimpse of that elusive but sure bliss And the spectrum of our promise --If colors were ever to render All the intrigue All the tender Range of a rarity. August, 2002 Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it.
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