Diversion

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black bends in on black in a velvety eddy of thorn 
pricks, rose petals, and syrupy pollen on bees legs, 
sweet and dripping away, dwindling, disappearing, as 
my minutes, as your bosom where I can't lay my head 
for the vacancy, vanishing, blurred through a creamy 
gauze, you're belly-dancing in arabic garb with golden 
jangles and beckon seductively, earnestly, but fail 
to see the mesh dividing us, the lacy filter you've 
always peered through and can't discern, but your 
intent reaches through and we connect despite the 
distance, meld, oneness, "innocent, whole, loving," 
futures and pasts thrown out for the present, 
obliterated in an instant of purity, a kiss, a 
sensation, while Big Ben clicks silent for a moment 
and graces us with a seeming eternity, a unity, even 
if only in my mind or my fantasy, but must be mutual 
because of the rush, I know my feelings are mirrored, 
because I'm that close, and I can tell, maybe even 
closer than you, probably not true, just a wish, as I 
watch you recede from the shimmering, milky veil between 
us and two darkened shapes touch fingers in profile, 
touch and touch, solidified, statue-like, as am I, for 
now time has really stopped, echoed by my frozen heart 
that fails its rhythm, while I wait, gazing, rapt, the 
stone voyeur

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