...Now, I call you Yesterday...

[guppyiii]

In the morning, unforetold, a visitor have I. Under lid and past lens, through tissue to the center, sitting statue-like in my lotus garden, the ghost of lover's past tickles me into waking. In the confused limbo between asleep and awake lilting whispers and dancing pictures fall on my face like the black tresses of Yesterday. Nostrils flair as

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[fayefil]

That's beautiful, David. I hope your heart heals.