Open Poetry #28 |
The Chaos of Shattering With Another. |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Rough fingers intertwine. Imagine quarters placed on live eyes. I kiss your lashes, a jade, green burning touching hands as we share cigarettes. Just a minute's glance, a spark of feeling. Having not been touched, still sacred and beautiful. Agreed upon what's lost all meaning.. nonexistance is a point of embrace, nothing has ever held such power, but a ghostly hand strumming my guitar. Velvet crushed red carpeted streets, our only weakness.. is sleep. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
very nice write n read,,
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Sublime Truth Junior Member
since 2003-09-13
Posts 24New Denver, B.C., Canada |
Your sense of stringing emotion and imagry is powerful, and enchanting, enjoyed your poem very much. Put some things in my mind in perspective. Thanks for posting. - The Sublime |
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