Infatuated

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    Infatuated
    Infatuated,
    My attentions caught, my breath snatched and my hearts stolen.

    Infatuated,
    My bloods pumping, my heart thumping and my goose bumps bumping.

    Infatuated,
    My breaths lost, my taste gone and my hearings deaf.

    Infatuated,
    My senses numb, my feelings burn and my emotions scattered.

    Infatuated,
    My sights held hostage, my hearts held captive and my thoughts held restless.

    Infatuated,
    My touch soft, my hold firm and my love true.

    Infatuated,
    Your touch is ecstasy, your hold heavenly and your love imaginary.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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