Open Poetry #46 |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I remember the smell, The kind that doesnÕt leave your side, Gently fluorescent, unlike the blizzards of half truths, Round this tree, you can see circles, You can see her gazing into the air Shunning the longest goodbye with her Hands thrust from her hips To a path I wonÕt let her use, A ceiling of feelings That wonÕt leave That wonÕt test the speed of time, Because here itÕs not too late, Here I will never let this feeling go The July of my life Where parks and suns, thrills Come to my doorstep And I want it all I want her to sit and stare with The chair facing the small of her back To the prized possession of it all; To the thought of life, the living essence of us all I want it, on the heels of this, It will always be a night of us, A silent wake, to another bridge, of another place. |
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