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Apr. 12th, 2004

07:43 pm - Language of Love

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for bruised_easily

it's noon again,
the sun is a patient reminder as you let the screen door slam
and the grey-and-white
meiko-cat leaps gracefully past you, curling into a ball on the
thread-bare, patchwork sofa.

she is in the back room
sunshine steaming onto her face, like realisation through the dawn

she is composed as a badly written poem:
all innocence and imperfections

there are papers all around her

she turns,
you steal a sip of her cold tea;
sit on her lap in the crook of her elbows,
knees digging into the base of spine like a warning

kiss her raspberry mouth, feast on her tongue

she is indulgent, her mouth is slow and patient
you hurry -- dive into her kisses as your last survival
she likes to trace your celtic tattoo with her cold fingers.

you want to make her eyes close, but one stubborn blue eye refuses;
she laughs around your tongue, pulls away
rubs your neck with her nose

she is forever distracted --

her words are important to her
she murmers them in sleep,
you often awaken next to her while she dreams in poetry

you ask her often which language she speaks in her dreams
italian, of wine and leaning towers?
spanish, of passion and your fiery smile?
french, of love and that dark red beret you wear when you go out for coffee?

[ she laughs; and never answers but with a smile ]

-- and she takes photos of you constantly

your knees though your favourite jeans,
the ones with all the tears;
the soft dimple of skin on your hipbone
the politics in your eyes
the gentle slope of your mouth as you sit,
absorbed in your letters to all the people you once remembered

for her...

but as you fold yourself to her
listen to her breathe
[ she is the scent that you carry around with you ]

the sunshine disturbs you
makes you ache and flee from her bony lap like a breeze
kiss her jawline absently in parting gesture

she is hiding again in her papers,
not quite sure if you were ever there

until she hears the screen door slam shut,
scattering her papers like a storm

and she misses you.

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished


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Date:April 12th, 2004 06:26 am (UTC)
Ohhhh, that's beautiful.
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Date:April 12th, 2004 11:27 pm (UTC)
Danke, Wish.
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Date:April 12th, 2004 06:57 pm (UTC)
Amy that is so beautiful,
I say with tears begin to well in my eyes. Gosh I haven't done any creative writing since writers, unless you include my journal and lj and various art essays for uni. You make me want to write again. Thanks :)
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Date:April 12th, 2004 11:33 pm (UTC)
besides all the millions of typing errors i made... all the cliches...


oh well.

glad you liked it jess.

ps. back next monday, but not until late. tuesday i'm busy, busy, busy... maybe a catch up is due... thursday?

pps. think that a big group meeting on europe a little premature... after all, we're not going for another three years. [snugs]
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Date:April 15th, 2004 01:22 am (UTC)
Yes that's what I was thinking, yes wouuld love to meet up for coffee on thursday next week, let me know will ring u early next week when you get back. am babysitting at the moment, dog sitting for dad on saturday, tuesday I have tafe and wed i finally am having a haircut and colour, so yes thurs catch up would be great.

see ya soon, enjoy the plane ride back

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Date:April 22nd, 2004 07:41 am (UTC)
Gorgeous poem aims.
n another note, all my e-mails keep bouncing from your account-any ideas?
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Date:May 7th, 2004 10:40 pm (UTC)

you are all the poetry i need.

i haven't been writing... i think i need to start again but my lines are too long for poetry.
expect mail soon - and i know i always seem to be saying that, but i mean it. :)
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Date:July 4th, 2004 11:02 am (UTC)
I stumbled upon your journal by accident and then found this absolutely breathtaking poem, so I just had to comment.

Seriously, this is the most beautiful poem I have read in ages. It's amazing. It's so beautiful. Great job!

*is still in awe*
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