Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Plummeting
Plummeting temperatures only make me want to heat you up... Mouth of lava touching skin making you come alive in sweet surrender. I count the breaths between us as they get more shallow, and you get deeper into the molten lava of blissful love.
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Silhouette in Black
I hold hands with solitude. She wears a black veil. No words spoken, image like smoke rises from the page. Her silhouette appears in a poem, in a dance, in the tide of some faraway life. I write but cannot find her. I think but imagination stops at her shadow. She is real but not as I am. Metaphors...
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Because
Because you give me room to breathe, I draw closer... Because you place no demands on me, I give more than usual. Because you listen without judgment, I speak without censure. Because you seem to understand, I share more of me. Because you see me as I am, yet still love me, I can't help but fall...
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Gossip
I look at the corner of our hearts where we often bleed. Heavy dews of autumn, wind sweeping in from all directions, brushing us against each other, against iron nights, and stone expressions, chaining us to termite talk. We're captives to the closing in of scissors that cut us, pieces scattering...
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The Renaissance
Sleet forms on branches. Hedges bow to ice. Tree limbs glaze under a new light. The groundhog is folded into full moon inside his burrow. With morning, silence breaks, branches crack, wind combs away sickles from railings and awnings. The grumpy groundhog pokes and ravages through a pile of brush...
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