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Isolation Thirst
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Isolation Thirst |
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CountSin New Member
since 2001-03-02
Posts 6Rochester, NY USA |
Isolation Thirst Alone in the far corner of a world of dreams I listen to the plaintive whisper of sweet memories with wings clipped with time fluttering a sedate, soothing rhythm through this cool flesh sliding so namelessly familiar over this landscape of loose translation. She kisses me, slowly forces herself through me; my trembling assembles a tacit myth: this is of significance. We move in lasting time, resisting a sense of desperate secrecy. Then, somewhere far below us, the strangers, the rest of them, begin to stir. I need not ask she stay until I forget. And we are laughing-- the day has come too soon And we are sobbing. This is a stranger's clutch; so little time to learn so much-- as if no other night could bring such a futile, fleeting touch. And because she sighs, and because she sings as she becomes my pain-- I must steal the night again. By Jason Paul Fox jasonpaulfox.com see an *illustrated* version of this poem at http://www.geocities.com/countsin/poems/IsolationThirst.html |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I pictured mountain top, valley, and other such scene imaginary. I enjoyed the poem. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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