flashback

pleasant emotions

flood spontaneously

like a dandelion in the spring

hungered of lips on soft lips,

so good... — so-so, again

as much real as the unreal

composing a mood, painted,

sung, dreamt, and spoken

in contagious gods' language

and the spirit of goddesses

to flourish inside you

an afternoon experiment;

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then another, and another, and

I, clearly, have chosen to be

a flashback, — you addicted