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I was strolling through my thoughts,
They were a sunny, cobbled place
Where impish ideas fluttered by
And a smile shone on my face  

My eyes, like a beloved’s day dream
Were mellow, moist and in a snooze
When they tripped upon your lips
And awoke from dream to a dream

And into that cobbled place
That was sunny and yellow and neat
They let in the colors of dusk
The blush of embers and wine replete

And as I strolled through thoughts
All bashful in embrace
I stepped suddenly into waters
Of surprise – a vision, a grace!

…Forgive my lips, they find joy
In the most unusual places
I was outed from my thoughts
And lost memory of familiar faces

The taste of sweet innocence
And the mint of tingles unveiled
Mingled with the spice of secrets
Hesitantly revealed…

Forgive my lips, they find joy
In the most unusual places
In lips like red, velvet skies
Like wine in hidden cases