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On the brink... (repost from Open)
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On the brink... (repost from Open) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The rooster must have certainly been a parrot Since his call came at two in the afternoon. I tickled your ribs and you began to unravel, Until I slipped out of your warm cocoon. You made me an omelet with cheese and bacon. I learned that I loved you, but I remained speechless. We watched, from the balcony, the city awaking, Embracing the boroughs with stretching bridges. There was nothing to do and no one around, So we took the express train into Manhattan. The electrical worm swerved deep underground. When we came up for air -- it was already seven. We ate Middle Eastern, and smoked a hookah. The scent of jasmine colored the evening lavender. The moon on the skyline was like a bookmark As though we would one day return to this avenue. I remained speechless. The moment was fragile. A single touch and the clock would beat out of sync. A couple of words and it could have been tragic. You and I, -- we were falling in love on the brink... Check out my poetry here: |
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blueyedlioness Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 289USA |
Dude... finally. I'm just going through poems reading them... trying to find something I can say more about than "nice poem," and after all the in-love, lost-love, love-hating, suicide poems... this is a really nice change. Not that I don't write (and post) in-love, lost-love, love-hating, suicide poems... and not that I don't even like reading some of them... but it's wonderfully refreshing to see something this well-written, and well-worded. I look forward to reading more! -Lioness |
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