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Guitars have died, the strident violins Have hushed away defiant strings, Their agitation kept vibrating in the Perfumed air against the reddened fingers. It was all petals, mortal white of lotus And delicately pink of blooming buds To sting and suffer in the cold and sail Into the hands of a fortuitous stranger. I saw you by the banisters, your face brushed by the light and stretching across the opening gates of universe, a shifting mold on the wetted window glass. Duality of our sins is no longer Smeared with awkward innocence Like stained and swollen lips; The river ate away the summer, Our sunset, Silent watchmen leave To guard our convoy ferries, While we kiss each other's eyes Forgive, Forget and meet Sometime Beneath high-ceilinged twilight. |
Man! I can feel this....Best lines to me are your face brushed by the light and stretching across the opening gates of universe.......DUDE! I had to shift position on that...... Duality of our sins is no longer Smeared with awkward innocence Like stained and swollen lips; UM HUH..... Like the first date....Then after the night has weaved it's mysterious magic we come together in a sea of knowing.... Keep that going.......I'll be stopping by your page in the future for sure! | Posted on 2006-05-03 00:00:00 | by smalltown | [ Reply to This ] | expiring_touch, | This is beautifully worded and very powerful. I love the decadent feel this has. It exudes this classic, patrician aura that makes for quite the reading experience. I really loved your imagery and descriptions in this. All in all a solid, unique write. Thanks for sharing. drowning_queen (oh, and I'm faving this) | Posted on 2006-06-21 00:00:00 | by drowning_queen | [ Reply to This ] | |