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In Love With A Poet
By kiss of the dark
Freely going into
the depths of you
once again...
Surrounded by the dust,
swimming in the thorns
that rip into
the nostalgia and
broken smiles.
I put you in the box,
and had hope that you would
dissolve.
The photographs,
the poems,
the love letters...
You were my faultless seraphim;
My poetic disaster.
In my dreams,
I put the black and ivory keys
In my hair.
And watched your fingers dance
Within my sepia locks.
Lurid tendencies,
Immaculate haunting...
I was in love with a poet...
...a dangerous extreme
Involuntary suicide.
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© 2006 kiss of the dark
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A former member wrote:
I agree with sunflower girl. Those lines were eloquent. I imagined a balerina, full of grace with her hair down (help me out on this one plz what are sepia locks, are they a hairstyle)none the less the grace and beauty speak out from these lines.
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A former member wrote:
"In my dreams, I put the black and ivory keys In my hair. And watched your fingers dance Within my sepia locks. " this was simply astounding. great write, and welcome to dp.
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On Monday, June 19, 2006, Shewolf
(25)
wrote:
I can truly relate to this for I to am in love with a poet, beautiful...Shewolf
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On Thursday, June 15, 2006, Vicious Pixie
(62) wrote:
holy...gah...I'm gasping for air, this was amazing, striking, beautiful
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A former member wrote:
wonderous idea... the depths of a poet... suicide but inviting, love the concept, well expressed!
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On Wednesday, June 14, 2006, blue
(1454) wrote:
ahhh, now that's what I wanted to see today. Much thanks. ~b
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