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In Concert
03:02 Aug 30 2009
Times Read: 1,154
So very fragile in sleep, my love
I have whispered my fingers
Along your eyelids,
All that lies between us.
Where have you gone
While entrusting your body to me,
Knowing that you are safe to wander
While I am near?
Is the sea spray fresh upon your face
As you skim the world in a pharoah's trireme,
Heart timed to the rower's drums,
Keeping time, keeping time.
If only we could...
You are water spilled and I am the sand
Crouching in doorways of desert tents
Layered in silks as richly hued
As secrets whispered in a lover's bed.
Patience rests with us here,
Where morning shimmers at the horizon
Like a virgin dancing slowly
In diaphanous, waterfall scarves.
Your eyelids flutter, my strong one,
And your fingers lay warm and slack
At my bosom where you are cherished eternally,
An ephemeral libation splashed over my indebted soul.
PRIVATE ENTRY
10:19 Aug 29 2009
Times Read: 1,163
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Frilling
09:19 Aug 23 2009
Times Read: 1,212
She strings Christmas lights round the bedposts,
Cheap ones that blink their dollar store magic
Across our bodies, hot and spent.
We are tangled in constellations and illusions,
Knotted in the sheets where we lie and fade
Shivering in the fruitless bed we've made.
Hours tearing magazines and painting with paste
In a room draped with paperdoll streamers
That endlessly, heartlessly hold paper hands.
She smiles up at me for a moment,
As though maybe a little decoupage is all that I need,
A little festooning, a bauble or two and a bead.
It's all aftermath with me. My eyes are dusty and itch.
Where the hell is the music? There used to be music
Rolling in off the water. You say we've done ok,
But I'm afraid to scream, afraid sand would spill from my lips.
Before it's too late, my love, come skinnydip with me.
Let's shrug off our skin and slip back in the sea...
Breathing Out
11:15 Aug 01 2009
Times Read: 1,301
"What makes you cry?"
Asked the virgin, whiskey on her breath.
I whispered, 'Loneliness when I am not alone,
When I am balled into myself
Wishing for the density of concrete
And the vast desert sands.'
The virgin scratched at a sore.
"And what is beauty?"
'Still sails,' I sighed. 'The impersonal sea
Splashing water on my too hot skin.
Do you see now?
Seek me in the doldrums.'
My best years were lived in a drop of rain
As it fell to the earth.
"Will you kiss me?" yawned the virgin,
Priming the well pump
To fill the pot of a small girl with dusty feet.
The flow sputtered, like a senile water clock
Leaking away the uncelebrated years of my life.
The child danced at the sight of her reflection.
'Tomorrow I will kiss you,
When the wind blows in from the shore
And the day smells salty.
Tomorrow is the day for kissing,
When there is wind enough to fill my sails
And time enough to cry.
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COMMENTS
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birra
03:12 Aug 30 2009
I can't say enough about this...
...I'll just *sigh* and hold it close to me before your words can steal all of my breath...
Irony
05:12 Aug 30 2009
I may never get the image of waterfall scarves out of my head again. I am working on a writing project at the moment, and you just poured in more inspiration than my mind can hold. Now I have images and ideas sloshing all over my clothes and getting them wet. I wonder if poetry can stain T Shirts:P
Also, I loved your poem, but you know this already. I find myself transported away from the words and into the places you describe. So few writers can do this so well for me. Thank you for sharing your words with all of us.
BLOODLIFE
09:35 Aug 30 2009
Do you do anything that doesn't bring on a 'WOW' response?!!!
Like Irony said those waterfall scarves...
I could spent an age in your mind and never get bored.
voodoochile
13:41 Aug 31 2009
:) Oh yes, watching and wondering about the distant shores our mates unconscience mind explores. Nice piece Jo.
Vampirewitch39
15:03 Sep 08 2009
"Water spilled and I am the sand"
How do you come up with such beauty?
Wonderful as always sis.