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[hometext] => this ones a bit different... i thought it was a fitting metaphor for love and infatuation. comments please!
[bodytext] => I remember the feeling of floating, of bobbing about like a cork in the sea, helpless, drifting without direction. I was absolute nothing with absolutely everywhere and nowhere to go. Oh, indecision makes such fools of us. Sooner or later something thoroughly appetizing comes along, a little too tempting, and we are certain that this must be divine will. After years of floating something is suddenly sure, solid. The ice swears to its solidity, boasts its virgin surface, its cold shine, a beautiful frozen mirror that reflects only the loveliest pure white. No one could resist such flattery. I remember that I glanced up to find you – an island, a buoy – and you stared back with your sad blue eye. I was sucked into your orbit, devoured by your gaping mouth, now dancing in circles around your field of dark air. You are a boiling mass of rock and cloud. I watch over you, hanging in your air, a captive audience, your own personal witness. I take notes as I peek through the branches, starlight scratches on scrolls of cloud. We hold hands now as we are stretched, molded by God’s own hand. We are unraveled and honoured, and as we are being consumed we are ever so grateful to have our wish fulfilled. We pass through the keyhole and into the other room. I am your moon. And we are both draining into the blackness. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 43 [informant] => sarahgordon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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