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6205

Contributed by pulang_tala on Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 03:32:29 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

6205

The words you said
have faded in the dusk.
They have lost their meaning
like the fallen angels manning the purgatory.
Were you merely hiding behind fear all this time?
Or has it finally dawned on you
that I am the song that lead you to slumber,
the autumn leaves that paint your dream crimson,
the epilogue of an engraved masterpiece?
For the past six thousand two hundred and five days
I owned you.
My fingers drew feathery circles
on your iridescent skin
and my cheeks rested
on your conceding lap,
which were but invisible and made-believe.
Without your knowledge,
against your will,
I made you mine.
And in doing so
for the past six thousand two hundred and five days
my breath were held and my tears suppressed.
Yet tonight,
between the currents and the cosmos
you pulled me close and slowly savored my lips,
devoured my soul, robbed me of my senses.
Your tongue became one with mine
and our intimacy allowed me
to taste your scent,
and once more, you have vandalized
my already heaving graffiti wall
of unanswered questions.
I am more baffled than ever.
But I await the moment
when you’d strip my eyes
of the opaque mist that mask them,
perhaps let the truth
redeem both of us.
Until then
for the next six thousand two hundred and five days
my fingers will remain drawing feathery circles
on your iridescent yet invisible skin
and my cheeks will continue to rest
on your conceding but make-believe lap.
It may cause my dawdling death
but to own you
in my little world of insanity
is all I know.

-pulangtala 122504
for my twinkle angel

Copyright Â© pulang_tala ... [ 2004-12-24 15:32:29]
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Re: 6205 (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Friday, 24th December 2004 @ 03:42:17 PM AEST
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you were never really a poet? i would hve NEVER gussed...if you ask me that poem sounds like you`ve been doing poetry for years..it was def. incredible! I loved every part of it and the details were amazing. keep up the Magnificent work!

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