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librarylibrary labyrinth, I watched the shelves dissolve into a maze;
their walls a barrier that
I need,
I see
her
between books, and books, and paper;and words, they match her pupils;and letters, they warn me not to stare -
I stare, she does not stare back and so it's
back to pages and
shelves and
ancient
papers of olden days,
their flavours wave beneath my tired
nose my wakeful
nose my wary
breath my
open mouth my
beating heart my
beat.ing.heart.my
heart it courses through my skin I feel
it pulsate;
escape to
shelves - they creak like cages; between bars between books I see her feathery waves they
crash on barren
I Will MarryI'll marry an intellect
and we will have endless conversions into the night,
exchanging profound words and infinite meaning,
and we will wind
the roots of life
together,
and the universe will be ours.
I'll marry a musician
and we will serenade each other with
wild harmonies and
gentle melodies and our instruments
will weave themselves with our bodies
and the future will become a
symphony of swapping songs and singing ourselves
to sleep.
I'll marry a girl
and we will be more delicate than withering leaves
and we will be extensions
of each other; one continuous
river of soft, whispering water
that mirrors the pale sunset
funeralI did not speak at your funeral.
Though you knew me as a writer
I did not write a speech.
On the way to the funeral I stood on my
front porch and heard the
copper leaves rustle and
decided that was enough. The
wind spoke all that was needed from
me.
The others wore black and
spoke black
even though the words were
light.
I said nothing.
I did not
laugh or
cry. I heard jokes and happy memories
but I thought they were dark.
I could pour my memories into the
empty air and whisper how
something that created me was
dead.
I could murmur
that nothing
meant anything anymore
because
everything
would
Back to NatureTogether we are frolicking in fields of infloresecence
Where we pick and feed each other wild berries
I am tasting the sweet water from a freshly cut vine
As you hold the bough over my head, the nectar drips down my throat
After we swim with pink dolphins, we hold each other close
As we lock our lips in a passionate kiss, submerged under water
Body to body, face to face, we lift out our heads,
and let out a giggle as a fish swims by, tickling our legs
Our summer trip does not last forever
But the memory certainly does...
It is now winter and we are still madly in love
We look in each others' eyes and then go outside
We walk hand
Not The One"Not The One"
I was so hoping it
Was meant to be
When my eyes met you
You struck a chord in me...
You were golden tan,
With a nice body...
But I knew it was
Not meant to be
When I took you out
For a night on the town,
Took you for a ride
And spun you around...
The seat was too low
And the gas tank leaked
And I brought you back
To the lot downtown.
Written 15 January 2002
2:05 P.M.
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