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de lune.
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Thursday, 4th March 2010 @ 01:07:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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you are the moon's last breath before the dawn.
i gleam beneath your light;
it is cold and fragrant with
solitude's weeping, and
i am comforted by your loneliness,
the emptiness you
thrive in,
the pale tears you gift me -
tremulous,
i drink from your phantom sadness
and forget
that my beauty is not fatal,
that i am flawful and endlessly human.
i lunge into your darkness,
smiling blindly as you enfold me,
and i become you.
bathed in your sighs,
the bones of your
infinite suffering,
i am pure within your lifeless skin.
tenderly,
i stitch your darkness to mine.
silently,
we become forever.
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2010-03-04 13:07:44]
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Re: de lune.
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 5th March 2010 @ 01:05:00 AM AEST
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This made me think a lot of dysfunctional relationships and how they/we nurture each other's depression. There is a melancholy; there is a beauty it. Humans we are; humans we will be. ~S = genius
Sorry if I am wrong in my interpretation but regardless, associative thoughts have their way with me sometimes. |
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Re: de lune.
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by spud on
Friday, 5th March 2010 @ 10:46:20 AM AEST
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Hi,
Another gem from the pen!
Your choice of words and structure roll off the
tongue like softly spoken whisperings.
Great write!
Tommy
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Re: de lune.
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by ming on
Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 01:49:11 PM AEST
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Lovely! And with this line "tenderly,
i stitch your darkness to mine.
silently,
we become forever"
I feel the stiches pull and time stand still...:)
ming |
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