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LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

0 posted 2004-09-02 07:17 AM

He brushes his lips across my hair

I drop my purse
A whistle of looks, flaring
Into the hours of slow tears
Holding them in my teeth while
Squeezing lemon juice into my wounds
I never want to forget to remember
Through all the shapes of forgiveness

As I bow my heart in prayer
Pushing my feet further into the snow
I’m afraid without a shovel
Crisp morning dovetails through hemlocks
Where the world leans on thoughts
I lean back along a dry hedge

Again, he brushes his lips across my hair

Pink petals smile forming gold coins in the dark
Books pure of mind cross a lawn of sullen light
And one more time, lay my head against his heart
Sinking deeper into the flesh of his mind
Remembering the glove of Botticelli’s robe
Of him…like white birch trees
Wide-eyed and hungry

One more brush for memories sake
His breath hot on my neck

The summer home on fire fell, the land was sold
My breasts still burn, not with love or lust
Still squeezing all the pulp from my fingers
Magnolia leaves shutter softly,
Like the eye of a camera
Snapping that first picture

A buttery spring picnic, under a rose trellis
I look again
We’re traveling with the road underneath us
There’s one of him on the island
But, it’s never me there with him
It’s some other girls life
Melting into his palms
Into his essense
Into his mouth
forever....
I taste dried blood in mine

Mass is over, and I’ve gotten through winter
After all, I was, simply a curious plum
Of which he formed for the sweetness

But, for one moment, we were
But he was, something I couldn’t touch
I loved him,
And loved him
And then...I made mistakes
He ran...and
I Let Go

He brushes his lips along the sign on her desk
Her Christian name now touches his.

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

1 posted 2004-09-02 08:04 AM

Read this quickly,enjoyed the fleet glance.
Gotta run as usual, will reply later.
--------ice/ford
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Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling
And banish the thoughts of day.
Longfellow

Copperbell
Senior Member

since 2003-11-08

Posts 956

2 posted 2004-09-02 09:18 AM

I enjoyed this, I love the imagery

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

3 posted 2004-09-02 09:29 AM

You lead the reader so very well through the personal to the infinite. Beautiful!

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

4 posted 2004-09-02 05:14 PM

Lee, you write with such awesome pictures
being painted across the screen as each
word falls into our hands. So beautiful
it is..

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

5 posted 2004-09-03 06:46 AM

LeeJ
I told you I would come back to this ...and I am so glad I did..
This is an excellent poem...a strange mixture of sensual and sad.....Two lines glow in my mind...The first

"He brushes his lips across my hair"
and the last

"Her Christian name now touches his."

I love the way this poem is tied together, in a neat circle bundle.

I am glad to be able to bump this back up, it should be read by more people..

----------ice/ford
><>

Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling
And banish the thoughts of day.
Longfellow

E S West
Member

since 2004-08-31

Posts 116
California

6 posted 2004-09-03 05:01 PM

A lovely read, indeed!

E S West

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