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morning's pearls melt on my tongue
my soul is alight
burst into flames at the idea of you
in midnight's chilly cradle
your breath twisted clouds upon themselves
rising into the deep velvet sky
we sat down drunk
right in the middle
of the street where you live
in the hours
morning can't touch
you there
in the street lights sepia glow
licking your lips
stupid smile
eyes alight
warmed by that light
the way we laughed
i wonder if your cheeks still hurt
my soul is alight
burst into flames at the idea of you
in midnight's chilly cradle
your breath twisted clouds upon themselves
rising into the deep velvet sky
we sat down drunk
right in the middle
of the street where you live
in the hours
morning can't touch
you there
in the street lights sepia glow
licking your lips
stupid smile
eyes alight
warmed by that light
the way we laughed
i wonder if your cheeks still hurt
Literature
The Sparrow
I gaze out of my looming tower. Skid marks and litter decorate the highway, illuminated by the golden street lamps. The wind is steady, judging by the various flags that sway back and forth, some representing countries I've never even heard of.
For me, this is one of those places I'd want to visit, but one that can make you grow homesick as well. And it would also be nice to be visiting under different circumstances. But, hey, you don't ask for the not-so-pleasant things life throws at you. They hit you, and you take them (whether you like it or not). Non refundable. Sure you can ask why, and perhaps eventually you'll get an answer
Literature
FOR S., 8 POEMS (5-8)
5 Before Redressing
You asked me to use
Capsaicin on a crusty place
On the nape of your neck.
Naked on bed´s edge
You pushed up, held your hair
As I applied the cream.
Carefully, I flaked bits off
Without tearing flesh,
Cleaning, until new skin.
I blew flakes away.
You shivered--then turned--
Of a sudden, so so shy.
6 Your Massage
Easing you back, I remove
Your flats, black hose.
Now, pressing thumbs hard,
Work heel to toes between
The fine bones of each foot.
I kiss, our eyes meeting,
The inside of your right calf,
Your left knee, yet rising.
7 When We´re Gone
I wish you hadn´t deleted
The 600+ messages we sha
Literature
Blood filled Bamboo Ch. 6
Blood filled Bamboo
-Chapter 6-
After Kou and Anis gave the kind old man a proper burial with his wife and daughter the trio found themselves right where they needed to be. The home of the kind old man sat on top of a hill with four unused rice paddy pounds, the view the family had is an ideal one. Anis and Kou looked over the small town for anything unusual. The residence of the small town appeared to be very close knit with one another if something were to happen to one of the neighbors than someone would surely know about it. In the far off distance they see the skeleton castle sitting in the way of the popular trading route where so man
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