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The
House of Love*
My
heart
houses
four chambers
in
its main vault, I save your
name
& image, in its red walls
I
draw your profile, face. Your hair
flows
in the atrium. My golden treasure
is
the upper chambers: I store your voice
your
glance; through their branches run the
ribands
of life. The throbbing pulses sends
blissful
thoughts of you to my mind. I absorb
your
sweet breath that saturates my flesh.
I
celebrate your presence and store your
splendors
in my mind. The tired red
cells
deplete their load; fresh
blood
flows to my flesh
&
bones saturated
with
your
scent.
Mo
Saidi, M.D.
February
14, 2003
*To
Brigitte
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