Open Poetry #35 |
genre of agape |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
you were as strong songed as they were fragile voiced your perfection was the flaw of their glass reflections the etching of acetone by artist's with echos I imagined you often tending the low greenery of the monastery and of your gown edges unraveling the confessions of a babbling brook of you hurrying to my amber then and assundering your composure for my inspection and infection and of the tan of you after when I was your adopted sun ________________ dark |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
the last line said it all for me, but then theres this: of you hurrying to my amber then and assundering your composure for my inspection and infection and of the tan of you after now that's love!!!! Perfection You just get better and better...you should do a book! |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Provoking thought as you seek inner depth Dis-quieting words to sound in what may often seem an empty glass dave |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I'm with Lee on this one.. and.... yanno I want my own autographed copy right?? Enjoyed it big guy.... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Baby - shine on me - loving this - S If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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