If there is a poem

If there is a poem
in the garden of eden
waiting to be written,
first observe and absorb.

Next, strip her delusions.
But gently; do not hurt.
Let her know that
they are in fashion.

Use your eyes
but do not stare.
The gaze must not cling
like thought to the flesh.

Take your ears
close to the total music 
that resides in every nerve 
and sinew of her body.
Touch your throbbing eardrums
to her pulpitating heart.

Touch, but carefully. Be warned;
she is dangerous. Etch your name
now, on her back in numbers.
Respond to her call to live.

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~ by Bombadil on June 2, 2008.

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