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Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

0 posted 2010-05-30 10:42 PM

These wounds
of our apart,
this river
cutting scars
into a face
of earth,
burrowing
into hills of
draft,
as hearts
of ash and jade,
barricade
assunder.

Where are you?

Are you the one
who’s heart for me
was meant,
to ‘ever be?

Where are the words
of your smile
that rhyme,
with mine?

Where is the verse
of your heart,
that we’ll combine?

Where is
the meaning
in your eyes
that only I,
can see?

Where is
the title of our
touch
that can make us,
be?

Is this you?

Has it always
been you,
all along?

How will
I ever know?

How will you?

The answers
aren’t in my words,
there in the spaces
in between
the dreams that we
burn,
and the eyes of sparrows
that fall off the wind
and lay on
orphaned sorrow
in shallow
and sin,
on rows
of days that
freeze
in light
of shadowed bone,
and spill
of night.

You will never
lose me
I cannot get away,
I am the polar north
to the magnet,
of your soul,
as life has left me
ragged
with broken edge
and void
un whole.

Will your, outline
fit it
like the last
snowflake
of the avalanche
that will,
set it free?

Will my rain
meld
into the dessert
of your season?

Will my needs
form
into your tight,
desire
to give?

Will my breath
fit
into the sweet
summer breeze
of your soft,
and caressing
lungs?

Will I
fill into you,
and stretch your
blue abyss
to the brim
skintight,
or will I have to
rip a few seams
to make it
fit
just right,
so that
we can never
again unchain,
locked in
the running silk
of your moaning
pain.

I don’t want
to leave just a piece
of me
behind
when I die,
I want to leave
a piece of,
us.

I’ve never really
looked
for the poet
in a person
as much
I’ve searched for
the poem,
that is her.

Lets steal our
dreams
in our mouths
and bring them
back
to the dawn.

As I can still
remember
the very first time
my mouth,
met yours,
as it lingers backward
on the yesterday
of my skin,
in goose bumps of
memoir
and shivers forlorn,
where such beautiful
dreams
should always hide
and yet to me
somehow never
belong
but.

Still I seek that
that pair of lips
that fate itself
insists,
will hold
the drip of legacy
within,
my final kiss.

[This message has been edited by Richy (05-31-2010 12:57 AM).]

Rick
Member Elite

since 2001-06-21

Posts 2903
Victoria, Australia

1 posted 2010-05-30 10:54 PM

Richard my friend, this is just wonderful poetry, I so enjoyed the all of it and will again.

Rick

Andrew Scott
Member Elite

since 1999-06-24

Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA

2 posted 2010-05-31 12:27 PM

Wow! And I'll just leave it at that.

"We'll chase them like rats across the tundra."

Amaryllis
Senior Member

since 2010-05-20

Posts 1306
Mi now

3 posted 2010-05-31 12:31 PM

Such a treat to read.. you write with such a unique voice, unmistakable.. this poem is to be read slowly.. digested.. not skimmed or scanned because the reader would miss much! I liked the way the you punctuated the sentiment with questions.. keeping the reader engaged, flavoring the poem with bewilderment and passion. Another well-done, Richy!

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

4 posted 2010-05-31 01:00 AM

You are just one of the best. enjoyed and am keeping it . latearrival

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

5 posted 2010-05-31 11:08 AM

Rick - So nice to hear from you friend, thanks for the kind words!

Andrew - Wow back!

Amaryllis, my dear, I normally like mine medium rare, but well done, sure, why not

I so appreciate your comments, they leave me with a smile every time. Big Hugs!

Late Arrival - Dear Jo, you are the best!

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