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...and yet, the world did stop for a moment, and so many things had to be just right. I held that silver piece of fruit in my hand, and as my teeth punctured the soft flesh, and as my lips tried desperately to catch every drop of the blood-red juice that overwhelmed my senses, and brought a gentle swoon into my eyes, I knew that ages ago, I had dreamed that this moment would change my life forever. We walked that ancient cobblestone path, so much so like the top of a pie or the scaly back of a lizard, hand in hand, amazed at how the leaves seemed to fall only on the edges of that road, and how the puddles whispered to us of how it was drizzling so lightly that day, that our very skin, our skin so alive with each others touch, our skin so expectant, aching in fact to wrap one another in each other, was too busy in rapture to notice it. And when I looked into your eyes, your beautiful gypsy eyes, otherworldy and mine, I understood that I would never understand what it was in you that bound my heart in such hope, and tore my soul asunder, like the very sky being shredded, invisibly, by the crashing thunder. I knew I'd never know greater pain, of having met you so late, and knowing that eventually I would die and be ripped from you once more because I'm just not one of those that can relish the moment, or live for today. And when it seems that I'm around its really all just an illusion because I'm scarcely there, as I live elsewhere. I live in tomorrow sure, and yesterday, no doubt...I live in the moment that passed when you weren't looking, and I live in the moment to come that I'm sure you'll miss...I live in dreams. And you do not share my dreams...so you will never really see me. But if you love, surely you've felt me! And if you dream, you may catch a passing glance of me, pushing off the sky, eternal glee in my eyes, your love living in my heart, though always just passing through. And if you hope, perhaps you can hear my calls to the spirit in the river to carry me across the impassable, past the watchful eyes, to that place where we can sit quietly on its banks, with our bodies pressed together in lovemaking bliss, and a devilish glint in my smile. And if you cry you may see that it is me who pulls on your heart so that your soul sends the saddened rain to quiet the flames. And when you pause for a second, for just a simple quiet second of realization or recollection, I'll be there to answer the quiet calls of your lips with mine...
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