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sauve translation
the neon tube fire
burning like an oracle

this affection
I watch transfixed
your slender cold hands
upon my chest
your breath through
my dress shirt

how many lives
have I lived
you once asked

how many tommorows
have you seen
and you smiled

"I have seen them all"

Editing stage: 


No I meant not that.
This intimacy I know of,
it is so simple and beautiful a communication,
when the mind is perfectly at rest,
it doesn't wish to be asked such questions,
but here they were asked;
and we still feel the intimacy of worth.

Love to you Steven from Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

from steam era to oil

stammer in recoil
the hesitant lust
and the wake froths
like a cold tonic

beneath the hot bulb illumination
I wait
in a room darkened to a tombs likeness
the walled labrynth
the peaceful bumps in the night

only when time gives notion to reflect
can one tell how close
how close anyone came

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