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Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
Open season on interpretation: "ineveque"
         still before the storm
     questions washed away
             rain that paints my form
hands of flame and air
                mark a lightning path
    love me if you dare            

       simmers cold and sweet
            love in frozen fields
    molten with our heat
Love me
        in the frosted air
                   lovely lay me down
     lovely take me there

Hands trace
        paths of ice and flame
    leaving joy behind
            sudden heat remains
Love me
         lovely let me know
                 hands trace
    touch and then they go.
NsB 06-May-2003 "ineveque"

I don't know if it's done, or if the stanzas are in the right order. Comments?

now feeling:: creative creative
now hearing:: Overture: Flying Dutchman

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