Harlequin Rose Biography

The art
was in the way she moved
in the logic of all my dreams
see, I would like to make her my secret
...

The taste lay on my lips like a song
and leaves my tongue tingling with foreign fantasies
motionless, emotionless
caught speechless in the miracle
...

It was the way she felt
when she first saw me
the way she laughed
she knew she caught me
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Mistress...
we meet again
on the windswept streets
of haunted grey and white imagination
...

No one would have believed
her wound was that deep
but death is more than meets the man
she smiled at me
...