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HE
PLAYS
HIS
FLAMENCO
GUITAR
he
plays
his
flamenco
guitar
knowing
who
you
are,
seducing
his
singer
to
bring
her
from
bleak
harbour
masts
to
his
contrasts.
he
knows
the
equations
of
her
close
flirtations
and
doesn't
judge
her
glances
for
wanting
what
romance
is-‐
vibrating
in
voices
and
strings
of
fornicating
feelings.
her
prose
photosynthesis
illuminates
his
shades
that
colour
mountains
and
drops
of
wishes
in
mosaic
fountains-‐
she
loves
the
Picasso
from
his
pen
and
horse
smell
like
Andalucian
men
her
reversed
body
senses
inside
his
defences-‐
as
her
sea
wind
billows
in
his
revealing
Avalon
through
the
mist,
sweet
loved,
firm
kissed.
By
Strider
Marcus
Jones