Open Poetry #10 |
Everybody Gets Torn Down |
azure Member
since 2000-10-16
Posts 52 |
I'm searching now, seeking out the falling stars that can teach me to breathe, this wanting that takes me inevitably to your door. You song has seduced me, your language has unearthed familiar sweet memory, a man I have loved over and over. Something I withheld has made me weak, yet these fragile words, inarticulate, force me out of my right mind and into yours, suffering in the tenderness of that long, lonely kiss. In your late night bedroom silence, when you're stretched restless in the dark, am I? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Are you quite sure you're not forty years old? LOL.... "Something I withheld has made me weak.." and the final lines: "In your late night bedroom silence, when you're stretched restless in the dark, am I?" Did it again, lovie...you post 'em, I'll read 'em...fabulous. |
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azure Member
since 2000-10-16
Posts 52 |
Last I checked, still 23! Thanks so much (yet again!)for your kind words & support, you're just wonderful girl. Azure "I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much" - Sandra Cisneros |
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