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Though your silhouette is more lovely, I thought that I'd send this nonetheless. Smile, laugh aloud, and have fun - this day...
'silhouette' timothy r g, 09/16/2007

hers, his, or otherwise
one gets your attention,
then there are the ones that lose yours
once you speak often.
she speaks,
doesn't speak,
endures my plethora of words,
this speaks too;
the breeze sweeps by my pants' legs,
i jump,
quiver a bit,
then smile (hell yes i smile);
this silhouette, only a thought of it,
informs my presence of pheromone exponential joy
(not truly overstated),
my only prayer,
'might I be allowed a ghospodi mi moloui'
eating from her table,
no crumbs left for the homeless or hungry;
sometimes I admit,
I am selfish.
silhouette of presence,
absence,
fantasy, reality;
this I still sing of,
like Whitman's 'Body Electric,'
I too sing of this joy
'from pent up aching rivers.'
(again, no hyperbole)
...from the nape to the small,
there is none other,
none with this unsettling,
yes damn splendid
frame.