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strike the
match
the air
swirls
the flame
flickers
the wick
bows
the oil
rises
observe the
dance
of the
challis
breathe in
slowly
engaging yourself
with
the purified
air
open yourself
completely
mind, soul
body
bow in
embracing
the delicate
balance
of giving
receiving
and making
room
brincaste
adentro
mi mente
con uno
guino
me dejaste
con ganas
a saber
mas
mas
de ti
mientras que
espero
mi curiosidad
cresca
espero
a saber
mas
de ti
sip
savoring
the rejection.
it is
a fine wine
aged to perfection
in
the cellar
of longing
bottle
the pain
now.....
wait for it
the torture
becomes
exquisite
it is
a complex
profile
a
ripe
strawberry
full
of
desire
almost
the bite of
a kumquat
taunts
yet never
arrives
finishing
with
precious mahogany
smoldering