Open Poetry #27 |
Is it time yet? |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Watch you smell jars full of jasmine, tipping me over and spilling me out. Like a dream, swiftly glazing my feet over the clouds. Tickle, like feathers. I'm creeping, witching hour keeps ticking. And I, like magic slip through the night to find you, sleeping. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I enjoyed this one. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
I usually don't like constant line breaks like you've used here, but you've put them to good use. I enjoyed reading this. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
slipping thru the night is where i find him too, good thoughts |
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