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Sigh

Soap opera suds,
red fly skin,
we regard each other
with disdain.
Lemon-lace hair,
I crave your face
there is the sparkle of lust
fathomed by few.
Sphere, triangle of emotions
superseded by love.
There is the reality
of books and art
under quiet sky.