Open Poetry #39 |
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Till you're home. |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada ![]() |
Can ears become virgins once more fresh I've heard nothing till your words till 3am our voices dance across oceans with a dying warmth in each bed outlines of nothing no one in the sheets no hands moving searching just us but singular Torture is having arms with limits having oceans that expand and words without warm breath on shoulders knowing my heat is wasted It seems each step is colder miles could mean nothing if hearts could only stretch if hands could only reach that far |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
but they can...doesn't have to be physical, yanno...the mind is a miraculous and powerful thing...hmmm? this was georgous....what a lovely poem for someone to savor.... Enjoyed |
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Interloper![]() ![]()
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
What LeeJ said. Believe! Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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