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JOHN RICHARDSON | SURREALIST
After The Dance
After the dance
Your eyelids tasted of sweet rubies
And in your ivory hand
With delicate fingers of stone
You held a ribbon of moonlight
A kaleidoscopic promise of certain splendour
Of branches spun from your hair
Of stars caught in the beaks of hummingbirds
Who quietly sit on your thoughtful shoulders
Of crystal teeth and china thighs and ankles of bleached willow
Of shadows thrown from outrageously tall deserted buildings
Standing in vacant yet pensive squares
Whilst our love stabs the hearts of passing glass statues
And your mirrored breasts smile enigmatically at the dark crescent moon
25-28 October 2009
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