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Post by luceluna on Jul 24, 2002 7:40:20 GMT -5
I trickled through a dappled hour, murmuring you, And all I could muster were the flutters that made me smile And my eyes crumple - The pockets of secrecy, the dark corners Where I withdrew into you; Your unassuming ears and curls; The glint of rebelliousness in your face.
I filter these things through my small hours Until every nightmare you refuse to touch vanishes.
I have so many flowers left to braid in your hair. I want to lacerate your smiles for not straining; Touch you and remind you of your humanity. I shiver to fill my lips and ears and heart with your honey.
Your spirit is crisper than it has ever been. When your eyes catch mine I fall, head down, on sunrise.
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Post by ScaryD on Jul 24, 2002 17:29:38 GMT -5
that reminds me of something lisa germano would write...which, coming from me, is probably a pretty damn good compliment nice one dan!
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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 25, 2002 4:16:25 GMT -5
gorgeous, Dan.
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