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| Pool of Rose Musk |
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| Listless light slips in between Her sleeping porcelain shadow Deepening her pale beauty A frozen reflection on the window Moving over the tempered lock Watching her dreams as they weave Tails of unexplained secrecy Something tells me I should leave Her room smelling like roses Intoxicating vanilla pools And a hint of strawberry liquor Stumbling like a fool Only can I fear her awakening To find me would spoil the evening I had planned with great diligence And now I find myself leaving Her sleeping form as it stirs Creating a whirlpool of fragrance For her it is as a dream should be Now I take one last glance As she awakens finding three roses Swirled in vanilla and strawberry musk She knows where I am |
| Authors Note: Now that you've read it through, read only the blue lines to find the real motive and essence of the poem. This would be the reason I left out all forms of punctuation, because the punctuation would change for each way it could be read. |