Open Poetry #35 |
bay of misconception |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
it was the silken hound that clawed the door leaving ribbons of loud where the eyes had been folded hands she runs wild now with her skin behind like a jacket when summer dances and forgetful is the song noted by note I wonder of her eyes do they see the cellophane of her languid as it paints the sky over dot to dot stars and when comes the dawn will she just look like more water _____________ dark |
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~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
I love this. It reads like a lucid voyage. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
wow D, this is one of your best evers.. indeed, what will she look like come the morning when the light reflects upon her... This is one of your more remarkable writes babe. Good morning California! I really want to care, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...she runs wild now ...when summer dances... you left behind some visual glory as you sailed away on her tresses... good morning, DS... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thank you ladies for the eyes here D |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
sigh |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
and forgetful is the song noted by note hell yes. that's niiiice~ **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
DS "I wonder of her eyes do they see the cellophane of her languid as it paints the sky over dot to dot stars and when comes the dawn will she just look like more water" If you paint her with your words, she will be gorgeous! |
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Cloud 9 Senior Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 980Ca |
Excellent as always. |
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