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-the chrysanthemums made me forget what I had smellt...rain fell gently on my dreams of her, "Where's your umbrella?" she said -trees are stick bugs, crawling in the grass. -Alone in bed, with the girl, he mistook the ceiling for the cosmos, almost asleep. "Am I crushing you?" she asked -At 2am I saw you walking, with the legs of a broken bird-your smile relentless. I think you had a lot on your mind. -As the fly frew from my arm, I awoke, hairs standing on end and my eyes blinded by the sun. -"full moon" empty grass field, obscured by a black rock -"skin" olive, dark as a plum in the snow, without the snow. -Her eyes are stones underwater and snapped across the room her words "I'm leaving, you can visit me" It was nothing. -Your words are the sweetest silence, tonight with the frogs dreaming of you. -tearing the wet paper from your skin, you tried to forget me. I laughed, choking on my words. And now I hate rainy days(It was dusk then too) -"blue-glass bottle" holding a bottle of water in the rain, and your hand in mine. -"pygmalion" Making ceramics outside the cabin, everything spun apart. You, covered in clay half smiling half flying. Until the rain came and you couldn't even move. -"fire" Your arms goosebumped and you still won't let me warm you up. All the walls are too dark, the only white is the snow outside under the moonlight. -Chisled jaw under your sun hat and struck against the pavement you tripped laughed till you were pale in the face And I fell all over you. Now the streets are silent, mid night and a cold wind blankets us in bed (your legs spread eagle). I wish I had stopped and said hello, I never saw you again. -tiny white flowers pressed against my ear as I sleep. All i see, are tiny white flowers. |
| Ying-Ying March 7, 2008 04:03 PM PST I miss you. Your short poetry is better than your long. Also, I've updated. | ||
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