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Dark girl in lilac |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Here's a poem from a few months ago, never posted before now. Mike Dark girl in lilac i. The dark is beautiful, she said. She got me right through the head with her words. And her curves. The celebrated flower, Sunday. Watching blossoms in coal, her legs stretched out for time's sake. Something about her rising, falling; something about the chemical snap. Something about something and something else. Her name wasn't Susan, but she answered to it at quarter to four with just the right amount of shame. The next day she wore lilac. I didn't ask if it were for me. We talked of stones and white trees. ii. Among the naked trees, fragments scattered in the snow. Some pieced together make shapes; others, I don't know. I collected them as best I could in the shadow of white spruce. They smelled like blue-green cedar. The fragments all flew loose. Caught in a wind of some imagining but with a force all her own. I watched that poetry die in the air, then went back to the fire, alone. iii. These fragments, these shapes, this watermelon candy is for you. Take it with a pill made of sky and tell me where you see tomorrow today. I don't know what to say, the coals are burning smooth and low. Nowhere we can go. Know where we can go? iv. Put your tongue in my throat. Put your hands through my soul. Scrape your nails over flesh. Dig my eyes out of holes. Destroy me. I want to sink and never return. milk, sugar, cinnamon and cream, a little oven burn. honey and sleet on vinyl seats and flowers, the backyard. mix us how and why, show me where you want to be scarred. Hot syrup poured through the cracks of flowers. A submerged lava flow. This low fire, this boiling snow. A pile of bleeding clothes; Christmas sweat; never forget the lights, their dying flow. v. Your leaf-lips tasted like chlorophyll. Let's promise sleep and stone. Tomorrow is dry dark. A melting sunny floe. Such a beautiful, beautiful mess. Crushed flowers, fire and cake, your dress. Wilt and wax petals, a wonderful ache. The small things in you are mine to take. As patterns seem to form |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
"Your skin is so white. There are no scars on your body. We'll have to make some." - Jim Steinman. Anyway, now that that's over and done with.... *giggle* Watermelon.  *giggle*i'll be waiting for you |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
a loose squirreal spruce goose flying in low hittin my brain slow but love the sparkly words espeshly number iv making the mind soar words as fingerpaint damn b |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
I like lilac  If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I remember when I first wrote this, I hated it. I've warmed to it since. Thanks, all. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
I know I just love this Mike...but baby needs a bath...so I'll be back to tell you how much... grins... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Enjoy bathtime! |
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