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xx72novaxx (xx72novaxx) wrote,
@ 2005-01-13 04:25:00
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    SHE SPEAKS WITH TONGUES OF THE DEAD
    I get the impression this has become more than some can handle
    Grow up


    When washed ashore
    Or lost among wooden sentinels
    When collected in your tiny hands
    Or lost in your cluttered head
    I know I’m safe
    Coiled in your hair
    Or placed upon your shelf
    Nose to nose
    Or stitched into a wound
    I know I’m safe
    In lyric
    Or in praise
    On the tip of your brush
    Or buried under your nails
    I know I’m safe


    Elbows now rest on bent knees
    Bangs dissect her eyes
    Vulnerable thoughts tremor in the wake
    Fragile kisses attempt fruitlessly to atone
    Do you remember when I compared your skin to the pedals of an orchid?
    even in this cold that remains true
    I’d give anything to play with the hair on the nape of your neck once more.


    "...and i feel this coming over like a storm again...
    ~maynard~


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