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when you are sleepingWhen you are sleeping I can touch the warm columns of your pride, the tumbling arches of insecurities and the smile that grows trembling and soft in the dark shells of your eyes as you run in your dreams.when you are sleeping
I gather the sunflowers of your long molten arms in against my body as the sun bites into the morning sky and you give a whistle in your sleep.
stranger of thorns and white milk, will you come to me from the ashes? My goldfish hands cup your jaw and swim through your hair and settle like silt in the beds of your nails.
You wou
by ~Roulle
I will search out your shapeI will search out your shape-- your parted mouth, the red esophagus, a tongue limp with hunger like the heavy sound of a bell.I will search out your shape
I will find the dust of my skin in the ancient impressions of fingers on your body.
and In the cool stone of your nails I will rest and grow to be the moss that only you can see, the downy hairs penetrating the back of your long neck are tall trees in the Sahara.
We will sleep in one room and share exhalations. Your eyes will be the windows.
and we will keep our secrets pressed between our
by ~Roulle
I'll not contain youYour legs are quivering bells, my darling-- the bells of a church or the belly of a flower, they laugh at the touch of my hard tongue, but I'll not contain you.I'll not contain you
I'll not contain you, though I found you in the earth, smelling of earth, and your hot weary hands pushed themselves into mine, I'll not contain you.
A thin film of years will grow over your vivid knees and my restless hands. We will hunt our quick lives like packs of silverfish, and scoop them out of the water, like river stones.
I will hold these stones in my hand, &n
by ~Roulle
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EquilibriumI was awakened by the Shuddering stringsEquilibrium
Of a naked harp
Wafting up the stairs With the breath of burnt sienna.
In dreams, I played russian roulette As all the soul within me
Wimpled in vertigo: My heart was unquenchable;
Dusty words spoke louder Than the corpse of autumn's Heaving spread through The reedy river banks That fitfully swayed in the backyard.
A pendulum, hanging from the wall Like a seascape, kept my senses tip-toeing Between nowhere and oblivion, and the rain -
Oh, how it danced and swung in swivel
by *ThelemaJ
Bleached Skeleton, Tell MeOutside, each step is a bruise on new skin, the bone crunching accompanied by a blemish quickly fading with the piling ice then forgotten.Bleached Skeleton, Tell Me
The sounds of grinding and sliding subsided as drivers turned in for the night or turned for the worse,
inspiring Shapiro's verses, and leaving streets quiet.
The next hour is a gathering nothing, visiting scenes that seem like sequels
seen through the occluded lense of the stifling silence; there should be no interest.
Yet it is fascinating how the
crystalline tissue bloomed as though th
by ~morocco
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