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IN HER EYES (Satan's Daughter) by Leon Stevens Thank you for a beautiful tuesday. In her eyes I see the sparks of innermost fire. She paints for me the song of the wind. Smiling she awakens the ravens of rapture and the calm inner cry for peace. She leads me to the forests and hails me as a child of fortune. Transfixed upon the pinnacles of time she waxes and wanes Wonder of wonders and transforms me into a man of marvels and madness. Leaping unsequestered from crag to rocky crevice til we reach the top. Breathing the slow even pulse of infinity. My eyes are her eyes, my hands her hands One heart, one breath We grow close, then apart, then close again Her breath is honeyed and kisses tastes like wine Her voice the soft echo of the dawn. 1980 C.E.

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