lilian

lavender, the smile of your eyes;
intransigience, the strength of your dream;
lambent, the force of your presence;
infallibility, the surety of your stance;
alabaster, the purity of your soul;
neverending, your resonance upon my heart.
—-
i don’t remember who lilian was, probably something i read about or met while i was in AMA.

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the rain

dripping from clouds,
like an excuse,
lke an apology of sorts,
i come to appreciate
the lightness of its touch,
bringing to my senses
the smell of newmown
life,
waking the slumbering
scions of scintilla.
—-
6/29/06 — thoughtful about a drizzle…

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the appeal

i gave the paper to you,
containing my humiliation,
and you, unapproachable glacier,
to whom all worship must be laid,
you stare as if a giant looking at an ant,
you pinch the parchment
between thumb and forefinger,
and look at the words
forcibly wrenched from me
(my reluctant tongue
fashioned them to fit
your opprobrious ego);
i hang at the two-second silence,
waiting for your verdict,
which come [...]

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to see you

i have been sloughed by harrowing
experiences,
that it hurts too much
to raise my head
and turn my eyes in your direction;
the tears come easily,
like a benediction,
like an excuse,
and my skin flinches in recoil,
expecting invisible lashes,
like you have done
to my benumbed heart
—–
written 6/28/06 — during a very depressing stage of my life. too… crude, i think. too raw.

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on your return

this distance called absence
from each other’s sight
suffuses me with this disturbing
unnameable fright;
i have been too silent,
allowed this gaze to linger;
would you know me still at meeting,
or would you see a stranger?
i did not want you to behold
this soiled and tarnished soul;
i did not want to lie to you,
so i waited to be whole.
but not all [...]

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sometimes you bleed like pink petals

Sometimes you bleed like pink petals,
Like petals that fall at the onset of rain,
Shaken with the trembling wind,
Shivering with the raindrops,
And how cold your tears how unsalty how unyou…

I come forward but you fend me off,
I come forward but you send me away,
How roselike your silent thorns that prick my fingers,
How cold the rivulets of [...]

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Protected: are you real?

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