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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
Remember nights in disguise? we played card tricks and darting eyes against each other we picked our phrases off each others' mouths, lightly, and held them out on unruffled palms, and blew them into the air We traced the paths of graveyards with our shuffling toes; For romance, For the idea of innocence (which we did not understand, although we were every bit of it) And sat back to back to thought to think on porches in the waning wind, grey with discovery trailing motion of every hand pulling collars up against the dead temperature, against the greatness laying near my cheek waiting to pounce through my hair to my chest and gnaw, subdued, at my wanderlust heart (still restless here inside my chest, with years and years to give it rest) I laughed as myself for the First time, with giggles trickling down my chin and over my jiggling belly -- sore from your antics, from the shared breath between us -- But I was terrified of the exposed and Am still an unopened. I loved. And that was it. I took it only for what it was and let it lie there. (I will always begin with explanations) (I will always start with apologies under my tongue). |
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