Sunday, 29 June 2008
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A couple of poems that sort of spilled out for no reason- the first while I was at work the other day, the second happened a while ago but I revised it a little (it's actually on here a couple entries back)
Intensity
Boldly bright
fierce and cutting
light pushes through my skin and forces
me to open
to unyeildingly unfold
undeniably forced
lovely wings with too sharp edges
and grins painfully wide
unconcealable knashing teeth
A thousand tiny kisses
Hot rain splashes
First pouring then slushing
each hitting and steaming
on my cold skin
one by one, there are a thousand
Tiny kisses
Eyes open
For the first time, awake
Though I am blind in the half light
I follow the lost crumbs in the wilderness that you have placed
One by one, there are a thousand
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You are a beautiful writer. Just overall beautiful, actually. Number 2 is my fave.
I try to suggest rather than pester. If somebody tells me they're just looking, I leave them alone unless they start looking really confused.
bachooka!
Dunno why I said that.