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babygirlwlove
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since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

0 posted 2005-06-03 02:41 PM

I’ve walked November,
end to end, barefoot
over its thresholds
of stone, of surrender,
so descends a black autumn,
a thousand leaves dying,
so much dying,
the soul, a flask
of dried salts
trickling through the eye sockets
of a clay mask, bristling glass
branches in a garden of blood roses,
just out of reach and relinquished
to a backdrop of Japanese Maples
draped in the fevers of morning,
always mine, darkening
the long shadows of the day’s delirium,
nothing but a drumskin jaguar of absence
beats through the flesh,
like a bell’s toll, yet
yours is the sound that breaks
open my body, dressed
in its slender wings
and barbed kisses,
with bells in their depths,
the silence of bare limbs
and the long wings in chorus
with the silk of rain falling softly,
as night melts one body
into another,

listen, listen
as I enter
your thought, too far
for a sound to cross the river
as the silver earth darkens,
over Bethlehem, beaded
with the sugars of the body,
soft as dream, the night’s
black harvest of moments
span the passageways
where panthers guard our oblivion
in some gray dominion of summer
and soon, come over the soul,
the clockface, a cadence
carved in the glyphs of a river,
always, always out of reach,
like the chalice I lift
to sunburnt lips, full of ashes,
and everywhere
the colors I cannot take
my eyes from,
all of them, red
with bells in their depths,
a black-veined butterfly’s
struggle to ascend its bruises
through a bloodbath of salts,
soft, upon your tongue
the taste of sand
and evening
becoming body.

So Ends the Sandman Series X
...from the black book of hours...
2005 copyright Mari Laureano

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**Intoxicant to the SouL**

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

1 posted 2005-06-03 03:51 PM

I've missed reading you....

where have you been, or was it me?

this poem, makes me understand the reason I love poetry so much, perplex and yet, standing right there before the reader, tapping us on the shoulder

Your an amazing poet!!!

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2005-06-03 06:34 PM

the silence of bare limbs
and the long wings in chorus
with the silk of rain falling softly,
as night melts one body
into another,

listen, listen
as I enter
your thought, too far
for a sound to cross the river

~*~

You know, little one,
your poetry is such that I read
poems within poems...

and that is the mark
of true, pleasurable reading...

Thank you.

babygirlwlove
Senior Member

since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

3 posted 2005-06-03 07:46 PM

LeeJ~

I've missed you as well....thanks so much for stopping in for a peek~

******************

Sunshine~

you do me, honor...(((thank you)))...

**babygirL**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

4 posted 2005-06-04 01:45 AM

*sigh* this is why I keep coming back to these blue pages...to discover a tasty treasure such as this to savor,
reminding me why I crave the taste of Pips

M, thank you, for sharing this beautiful write!

babygirlwlove
Senior Member

since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

5 posted 2005-06-04 12:49 PM

Midnitesun~

thanks so much!

**babygirl**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

6 posted 2005-06-04 08:41 PM

Good work as usual, and hopefully this is from another book to add to my shelf? You will have to let me know when they get published in case I forget to go check.

Simply incredible imagery, and YOU are one of the reasons I love to read, as no one can make me think about those "warped" works as you can.

You twist them around, upside down, and back again, until they get a good workout.

~* C'est la vie *~

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

7 posted 2005-06-04 08:51 PM

As I have said, there is enough imagery here for feast of thought, Bethlehem in this context alone made my head swim with possibility.

(bethlehem as house of bread, coupled with November as a first hint of winter led me to quite the unexpected metaphor)

I think too much tho.

niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee m

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

8 posted 2005-06-05 03:37 AM

This blew me away completely and I come away from this with so many stories whispering in my ear, Mari.

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