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Tasting of Tears Oct. 06, 2001 ] 11:11 a.m. In the dark flush of night She turns in a supine pirouette Entangling her limbs in a tango Of sheets, her slumberous head Resting in the moon bright halo Of longing where her eyelids Flicker in the motion of traveling Through wanting dreamscapes A fusillade of flagaration unquenched, Undiminished by biological wanes That roar and thunder in dimmed Consciousness -- As her nebulous arms reach out To enfold a paper figure into origami Before it floats hauntingly through Greying cities -- Where the sharp tang of wet rain Wars with -- Remembered musk and milky tears A bowl of uncounted rice grains Sticky -- Multi-stranded pearls awash in an Iridescent light -- A swooning half throb of fusky pain She wakes -- Her eyes blink, swallowing that image, Her mind misremembers, Sparks recognition, The faint acrid aftertaste Bitter and beyond recovery Tasting of tears. Was trying to make a clever, Dali-lesque, surrealistic landscape. Intertwined with memories of the BF. Pathetic. wax ] wane