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Rain Of Glass
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Rain Of Glass |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
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body, as body lays still and the hours collapse between my lips, barely touching the white pulp of palms pressed to glass integers trapped, in our thirsty syllables of ash, that lash through the heart, the tomb’s inward arch, wailing a muted dirge of blue vertigo and burnt myrrh pours its molasses light through the hemlock, my body, a river of hands pressed to panes, their jet veins darken and fall, among a garland of glass thorns, through July’s lion-red days, raised by hyacinth and shorn from the latitudes where black storms form, from Kansas dreams and the earth sings in her magma, my body enters the deep South with hands steeped in honey and wounds, you move slow enough to let me swallow, the soul, is a bride in a still place, radiant trains of silk and lace draped over the brute heart, in the dark, the deep-red glass bedecked with echoes of sequoias, our dream has kept secret, all this time, as the clocks keep the same cadence of bare soles pressed against a crucible of sand, and glass hives rise like pools in the earth, you are stone and I am the flesh of tiger lilies in their languid Summer domain, our refuge lay easy in the body’s deep darkness, this evening, penitent as the lips of the moon swell in their wet cradle and well into a temple of ions on the tongue, a communion of dark bread spreads its sacrament, the same as the hands so full of light, weigh the soul, some 50 kilos, over the long years of black Kansas rain, run in the rivers we keep one in the other, sheathed inside the tremulant cadence of dream, as burnt myrrh spills its absinthe, and holds perdition in between the lips of the bride’s body, as body lays still and the hours burn enormous pale candles, frozen eternal in spangles and lace palms pressed to panes, like butterflies of glass trapped in these leopard petticoats, like so much sand, seeps through an hourglass, body, as body lays still and still, the hours collapse between our lips, barely touching, the white pulp of palms pressed against the heavy panes, in a shattering rain of glass.  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
one of my favorites.... but, each I have read became a favorite for one reason or the other... |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
lol~ thank you, Chief~~~ always...for your attentions~ ~smooches~ ~baby |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I enjoyed this one Bel1e and read aloud it flowed so smoothly off the tongue. Nicely done, lady. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
thank you, Gentle Spirit~~~ I am so pleased you liked this~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Rising to the top...James |
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