Open Poetry #46 |
days of gladstone and diamonds |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
we were sometimes like water together there on the dunes on those malibu afternoons barefooting our jeans stride for stride pretending we were just one person and later over wine at the gladstone we would let our lips touch sometimes not to kiss into each other's need but more to just acknowledge the wanting those wood floors were always warm after when we would dance to our own special music and your bungalow would seem to whisper about how we abused your law books intentions and left them scattered like our clothing over tables and occasional chair debris litering those lonely places with laughter healing the wounds you carried out from boston I still see your smile on that mound of crosses ___________ daark |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
sweet~*~as dark can be
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thanks baby bel1e |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Like I said yesterday... not everyone can truly look at something and see... your ending tells me you once again saw and wrote... always a pleasure to read you sir... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Cpat..thanks amigo..I refer to her as the queen of forest lawn now.. |
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Indigo Senior Member
since 2001-05-17
Posts 602 |
it's the ability to create splendid time and again, each immersion not another, but anew that makes you you and leaves them with shimmering memories of your source. Indigo |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms indi.. and the lady ocean strumming her hair with her fingers as she straddles the highway lines and watches my leather slippery when whet.. thanks lady |
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