Sunday Jun 28, 2009

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walking home I found a spot
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed

pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose

before what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation

it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street

I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes

Sunday
Monday
Tuesday

then
no more counting
down



And an unexpected copying by SG.


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walking home I found a spot across from the Church on whose steps we kissed pitch black shadow beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose underneath what seemed a sign seven street lamps crookedly aligned like a constellation it's a romantic alcove off a suburban street I had to stop and inhale with closed eyes Sunday Monday Tuesday then no more counting down






and while sound is
eternally
echoing
forever

the Earth bound permanence
of electronic
information
storage
feels more human
now

it's the beautiful folly
of this age
and music

is forever angelic
nene:
that would be daring but a little messy if too much alcohol is involved and I should happen to get dizzy eeek
lavender_:
You make my love for poetry.

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