Love in the mist
You came invisible
except for contours
through the fogs of mystrery
and mists of random chance
and found me out immediately
as if you actually could read my mind
like any open book,
which would be understandable
since you have read me through
for thirty years.
Still, this entrance through the clouds
is most characteristic
of our spurious relationship,
with all those accidental meetings
out of nowhere out of time,
which ever grows in intimacy
into ever denser mists of mystery.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-11-11 at 11:55
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