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Encounters With Sunglasses
Contributed by
Francesca
on
Wednesday, 25th April 2007 @ 06:22:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Encounters With Sunglasses
Breathe It In… the smoke,
withheld visions,
your smell,
atmosphere,
life.
Leaving through the window, as mine from the mouth.
Hers around the nicotine, as mine around the handle.
Unable to relax: separate and distinct reasoning.
Breathe It In…
The smoke.
Escaping from the oraphis of which
I would like to never escape.
Eyes darting, now focused.
Let it out,
Breathe You In…
I look at where I am.
The only part of outer space visible from Earth’s surface
is present for our absorption. All the while feeling as if time is running out,
always only 30 seconds.
This picturesque sky dark, vivid, light, and shadowy.
Evolving, now solid – motionless.
She pulled me within the blink of an eye;
I was swallowed by her colors.
Flying off into the sunset, swimming weightlessly.
This is
freedom.
elation.
insatiable desire.
Once thought to be shifting, now seen as one.
Stillness. One sky. Quenchless, yet so culminating.
Insufficient time, it won’t stop,
still only 30 seconds.
Spine tingles- Inconceivably breath taking.
Breathe You In…
Expelling her fixation,
drawing in mine with a yearning sigh.
Swallowed by her colors.
Each encounter with sunglasses leaving me blissfully fortunate. They require a closeness; clenching for my fix.
Breathing You In…
I look at where I am.
Departing
From
Green, I twist to turn.
The hindmost portion of thought considering: there’s 30 seconds.
The forefront is speechless;
acquiring even more conviction
to never escape.
Creating new words, abandoning existing vocabulary. In my continued efforts conclusion remains: there is no explanation for
These feelings
These moments- Nothing to say.
So much to say.
Lush with such fire.
Smoke escapes.
Thoughts spinning.
Swallowed by her colors.
Constantly provoked boundlessly, contrary to her persistent clinging to the claim: “I’m not doing anything.”
Breathe You In…
I look at where I am --
Unfathomable.
Arriving at Love -- what could not be spoken of, now clear.
Succeeding are the brain racked and euphoric times.
My over analytical attempts to calculate feelings = absurd.
There are no numbers or logical elaborations to it.
Among the crazy,
fragile
chaos
that has come to define both of our worlds.
Among the process of dissolved troubles and accelerated trust we have arrived at this tremendous discovery of Love.
Amplify impassioned awareness and excitability to an upgraded platform. Awakened to the concept of living.
This is what we should be awoken for;
alarms not to be snoozed
for the excitement
and happiness in this life.
This only given to few.
Breathe You In…
I look at where I am.
Grab you by your hair. Wanting you closer, always closer.
Pressed against, pulled into. Heart racing. body jolting.
Feeling madness –
Craving for you to whisper in my ear:
“ I wanna tear you apart.”
& craving to give you an inability to speak all at once.
Now, a delusion is delaying my reaction.
Reflexes hindered by my imaginings.
Then, actuality gives me a chill.
So close to home.
Only 30 seconds.
I’m swallowed by her colors.
Still having remniscent encounters with her sunglasses.
Day to Day… so much to nurture,
express
progress.
Longing and loving Here.
Here. I look at where I am
Here. As I Breathe You In…
Copyright ©
Francesca
... [
2007-04-25 06:22:08]
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Re: Encounters With Sunglasses
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by Vampirequeen on
Thursday, 26th April 2007 @ 02:53:22 PM AEST
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very nice
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