Open Poetry #41 |
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Walking Between Lanes |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I could say her name, Her name with a grain, That spells the reason I can Walk through fire and distill My lies into a bed of confusion. I could say my name And forget my own, The polyester that she wears Is like Jasmine that bears the teal Tiles that we find our arms Wrapped around a naval that touches Her belly and I slant my eyes Like the night that shaves each Hour, that spaces the day away. Velvet jackets, velvet taste, velvet reigns Under the under of my lids That rouse the interpretation Of how the wind walks With the people that I believe could be next to me, Lifting the sheets, Leaning on my pillows Bottomless white pearl. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Kinda nice...James |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
yes, I agree with James.. this is nice! enjoyed love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Beautiful Love "Like the night that shaves each Hour, that spaces the day away." and your ending. beautiful. Tomtoo |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the responses, happy you all enjoyed. Tomer |
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