Open Poetry #37 |
whiskey nine windows |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
perhaps a winter morning with an elfish sun playing in his shadow ponds making diamonds for the girls that dress up as clouds and lean over his bowl to see their own laughing eyes I day dreamed in leather dawn of this velvet room of marble where the cold is even softer than the edges of your whiskey when you wear it as lipstick and tell me it is my color and yes I would drink too much if the pressure of the illusion were gifted as an invitation to take my breath away momentarily and you would wonder of my hands when the ink was at the windows if they warm to the touch or would the frozen stones notice _____________ daark [This message has been edited by Dark Stranger (02-01-2006 12:00 PM).] |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
good to read you again brother your touch is alive and kicking |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Humble thanks BV, welcome to the piptown, a pleasure to see your penseep here |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"perhaps a winter morning with an elfish sun playing in his shadow ponds" Ummmmm... good. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
DS "and you would wonder of my hands when the ink was at the windows if they warm to the touch" I'd bet on the warm! |
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