Open Poetry #26 |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
and I come to you moon-toothed rollercoaster spined with slaughterhouse feet and you accept my hands next to yours holding the soil that will be our tomatoes I am humbled hallowed haloed by your white picket fence I am you [This message has been edited by brian sites (04-23-2003 02:47 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
as I curtsy in return half-moon grin of cup receives the lotion of us-- I annoint-- with just a teardrop's joy I beg-- magick for your weary feet for they've been walking miles...to me... my hands calming yours--relax... I twine your fingers rest your head-- and kiss you twice between the brow whispering "I plant the seeds-- and beg blessings for our crop..." I am praised-- exuberance to gently rock the woes away, by my name, serenity, and brine-- the tide moves moon. Iamyou. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Bri: beautiful - as always here you bare your soul with two words: our tomatoes xxoo |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
toiled soil skirted dirt wired spire bacon awaits... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I am humbled hallowed haloed by your writes |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Very nice..... Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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