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parallax
Contributed by
elle
on
Tuesday, 23rd March 2010 @ 08:49:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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he is the disconnect,
the cordon to my mis-aligned space
a sprinkling of haste, the floaters inside
my eyes I try to hold but cannot
contain the moment when they strobe
out into my mind. . . & stay a reminder
of the restless air of offhand daydreams
he offered me, slow motion, please
as I accept the hint of heat, the curve
of jaw. . . I breathe, I must
grandeur distraction of lips & so
they speak volumes
of words unfurling rapture from monotony
feverish bundle of barely breaking free
from lashes closing softly on
the scent of truth he is
echoing. . . so, I hardly even know he's gone.
Copyright ©
elle
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2010-03-23 20:49:32]
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Re: parallax
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 24th March 2010 @ 06:36:57 PM AEST
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oh elle, this is simply beautiful. Especially this "he is echoing. . . so, I hardly even know he's gone." Oh, if that just doesn't speak volumes!! Once caught in attachment, the whole being has a damn hard time letting go, never mind the heart. You've described this so eloquently and perfectly. sigh sigh sigh
Seléne ~
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