Open Poetry #35 |
restless longanimity |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
mistress of man mouth prayers do you hear my drums rub the gravel with glass hands worshiping do you know my eyes on your shoulders as I wait in the sky trees with my horse hair braided there are beads of red and black and leather shaped like your dreams you decorated the room of nymphs with glass and mirrors you took the closets down and put hooks there for man skins I have heard the spirits murmer they are restless to be fed and to be drunk on your dance hall nectar they groan their long lipped sounds when will we make our sin songs against the walls of the round room when will the watcher know your tattoos from their flavors not their color do you not hurry the cyprian's hammer slowly ________________ dark |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
no need to fast forward i like having the windows hammered off one at a time |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms inky..you are so bad in a good way thanks lady |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Hey D. Good Morning, Happy Friday...whoa, this lady has certainly implanted her soul, within the wonders of your mind...well done! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
lee j..she came in playful..with her sun colors and begged me for a highway through her new urges..then she whispered of a new storm that I must endure before she returns spring is such a wench.. thanks lady friend |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"when will we make our sin songs against the walls of the round room when will the watcher know your tattoos from their flavors not their color" of course you know....I love this |
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Cloud 9 Senior Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 980Ca |
***SIGH*** An afternoon pick me up... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I absolutely love the raw aboriginal feel of this - mmmmmm - well done dear D - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Spring is indeed a wench... and the horse hair clouds are but an inkling of what is to come... well done, Sir! Always, and more than, a pleasure. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"do you know my eyes on your shoulders" loved that line... you are one of a kind. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
My spirit will rise |
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