| | "A soft spot in words"
This is our love poem
Spoken from the blossom that awakes next to you each morning
Although I am not speaking aloud
Quietly in hopes you will still hear my murmurs and susurrations
I do not engage these particular words for the world
--no intent to write them
For the sake of a city
For the sake of art
They simply trickle down like the rain you enjoy feeling
sliding down the branches of the blossom I am
-they flow straight to you
And through writing these words
I recognize
That your lips could save me from the perils of
loneliness, of dejection
And I realize, like the way blossoms spread so beautifully and flail in the wind
Your lips flail over every inch of my skin
You must know
I will remain the buds in the palms of your hands
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| | Posted 5/20/2008 12:04 PM - 30 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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