| Copyright 2004 Erica D'Hondt |
| Tides on Jade excuse me Sir I couldn�t help but notice that among those endless stacks of white, there was a certain red brilliance that shone, from this corner of the room and suddenly I was struck by the notion, that instead of staying the night behind tangled towers of stale ink and drinking thick coffee, pressed into this nook where cold grey, wants to drag her gloom- I thought you might prefer to exchange a few thoughts and maybe a few smiles over here on the lounge, I know the soft jade cushions can hardly compare with the firm studious discomfort of that hard wooden chair and most certainly the light seems to be softer slightly warmer and more giving on this side of the room, and she might loll us to sleep with her soothing fingers, but I think we could both benefit from a little break I�m almost sure I hear the lounge calling with her gentle tone to come sit upon her thick curved frame and carefully woven silken tapestry- and after an intimate discussion or two we could hold our cups high slowly sipping upon the sweetest of nature�s nectars and thrust deeply into the augmenting tides and wild white rapids of the rivers divine where you can meld into my blue turning the rippling water's reflections purple in hue- to be warmed by your flame and cooled by my waters all the while lost inside your red hot brilliance that�s filling up the room. |
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| For the someone who has my heart. |