Pua, Rose found that poem by Maz and sent it to me. Here it is.
Drips from Psyche's Lamp
Tell me you're blind at night and I'll believe you.
Tell me they raise the sky on ten thousand turquoise poles
and I won't quibble. I'll point out the flapping canopy,
and the places in the T-shirt clouds where their points stand out
like nipples. I don't care about lies, about tall tales,*
only about the tourniquet musk of you, the bowstring tight*
around my aorta so my brain pulses harder than my heart,
all thoughts turned to sparkles.
*
Wind me in your elastic*
time so I'll live forever before breakfast, so I'll fall apart*
and curl in a yolk, then break out all gold and new
like a Paschal chick on a daffodil cake. Launch me*
on a crocus sea. I don't care if you're blind at night,*
if the sky collapses on me like a marquee in a squall.
I'll be ova, ovine, big sheep's eyes,*
I'll be nova, novacodeine, noddy as a noodle,
I'll be tangy, tangerine, mango, mandarin,
tango, tanga, bingo bongo bang.
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And that was my thought exactly, Pua, that poem was written by a woman crazily in love and that is why (not knowing anything about her at the time) I mentally made her "fortyish". But of course a poem lives its own life and when it appears, no one knows when it was written and does it matter, nope. People can be passionate at all ages, but few can convey that emotion so convincingly as this poem does.
PS. I don't know the purpose of the asterisks in the above, I think you can ignore them, it might be Rose-code or Maz-code or something I couldn't possibly guess.
I'm so glad that this moved you too (we are surely not alone) and thx for telling about the teddy bear.
Janice
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