Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Our conversations are my Proustian madeleine/

Evoking involuntary emotion/

A rememberence of our things past/

Wading in regressive motion/

Are our words dipped in poisonous tea/

Do we know not what we do/

Or do I alone hear the music recast/

Mourning an impossible pas de deux.

2 comments:

Joseph M. Fasciana said...

Perhaps within your minds eye you are dancing a torrid tango with Marcel.

Regards,

Joseph

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