(11/26/1971 / New York)

You Make Me Something More Beautiful Than I Am

I crawl back into myself
before dawn
the flesh of me in the corner
below the covers...
the ones that made me
Queen of Sheba.
where I posed
with all the finesse of Cleopatra,
and the fury of Bach
until the cd
sounded a final note...
and the room fell silent
except for breathing.

This is not living
this is dreaming
then collapsing
into your absence.

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I love the reference to Egypt here Very nice- Namaste Peter