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The Stolen Smile

He said I want to steal your smile
take it with me to Barbados and on oceanic days
I can call on it to dance,
Lolita naked on the sea
when the mist softens
above the parting waves.
He said I want to steal your heart
and press it close
so close to mine
that on days of ogre blackness
I can watch it glow a coral red
and learn to paint my dreams again.


Copyright 1997, Barbara Kelsey.




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