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June 2007 A little homage to miss Emily Dickinson. |
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If I could Keep, inside a Bottle - everything about you Then - I'd take the Sounds, the Smells, the Shivers - and into a Glass I'd Siphon them. Each Letter of each crystal Word - I'd drop inside its narrow Neck - (not as Sensitive as Mine) to Preserve the Memory - ever perfect. If I could Keep, inside a Bottle - a Gasp - a Sigh - a quiet Laugh - the Curve of ribs or Angled hips - I'd pour some out, and give you Half. |