Open Poetry #47 |
know tomorrows |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
moments were grains of warm sand drifting between the lady of your fingers when you strummed beyond dawn and reached into your heart pocket treasury, collecting those coins you saved for buying just the one time things you held my hand as a girl with her eye lids closed and listened to my steps on those coals you feared there was no sound to make you want your shoes so you worshiped the warm and loved the following you dressed in your gypsy colors of nearly nothing and then danced above the eyes of wanting hounds your limbs shimmered in love lust vulgarity after and you wounds begged to be open beyond the scars moments were rivers of warm syrup seeping between the lady of your fingers after strumming had begun and I entered your heart pocket with worship not for the coins you saved, but that you were spending while you were knowing that there were no tomorrows _____________ daark |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Mmmmmmm . . . ! Owl |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Thanks to you ms Owl |
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