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Woodsmoke (… a share…)
the woodsmoke of your soul seeps deep into my skin it follows my every move i turn away within there — again it lingers pungent puncture of cold pine air, of vacant love toasted with scent of heart of combustive heat that burns i walk faster until my breath runs to forget is a fool’s […] […]
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Depleted
in these canyons of craving we shuffle as shadowed silhouettes shallow footprints never settling under a stinging desert shamal squinting through silica scathing with sand grit mouth our lips pull away parched, lithic dry… your pernicious passion contrived in clandestine contrast to the sky which thereafter floods blue from tears bathing true
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Kismet
when the divine created our star near eternity we lingered a somnolence of heaven’s burning till red, raging a supergiant and in the the near, never-after… us a supernova sublime a merging of milennia and molecules belligerent to time fiercely fusing not even destiny to deny now today our eyes of umber meet familiar iridescent […]
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Suffocate
the creation of this asphyxiation relies upon the air shared when lips are locked inhaling exhalations to hypoxic innervations the stars you’ll see blame solely on me and my insatiable oxygen depleting desire after you whisper sommergimi di carezze fino a farmi affogare* I make the stars dance through celestial sparks crowding our […]
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Words
“Parole” to Italians “Les Mots” to the French an abundance of words upon you i shall drench . You shall emerge from such a verbal sea dripping with heavy and longing for me . let them not evaporate for they indeed eviscerate from a heart undone . perhaps press them between pages with dried forgotten […]
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PUPPET WITH TANGLED STRINGS — VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF
Title/subject suggestion by Diana – at ‘the wandering Armadillo’ Puppet with tangled strings That my voice and deeds were not my own rendered plaything parts and myself a toy, seemed fair price paid to be with you alone, a ‘Lovely’ with an aspect so radiant and coy. I danced to the tunes you […] via PUPPET […]
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TO OWN A BREEZE
Originally posted on VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF:
To own a breeze If I could, I would have my own breeze with a soft song voice of hum and sigh playfully weaving amongst the trees as I by brackish beck in sun patch lie lulled by stencil dancing shadow dots and the swish of many… -
Living in fear
I’ve decided to share Sara’s poignant piece, because in it I find hope, and the ingredients for a way forward in our troubled times. Also, I shall be able to re-read it from time to time. A recipe of hope.
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MaDneSS
Once upon a restless night I tangled in a fearful fight somewhere between sleep and wake With a spirit, foul and fierce intending my frail heart to pierce She pulled a knife from it’s faded sheath and hissed obscene through ochred teeth somewhere between wake and sleep She sliced and thrust the blade at […]
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Sun on skin
I took a magnifying glass to your pearled perfection Leaning close, inspecting pores Was it beyond epidermal? Subcutaneously suspicious. Then, with accidental intent Angling a heated sun ray Nerve endings responding to the celestial fire focussed To remind you what it is to feel something Anything.
The Wandering Armadillo 