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By Sebastian Submitted by Bromanoph Date: 2002 Mar 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.30.08.40.9122]] |
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For sake of grace, language pushed eloquence in the form of crippled fingers, bent desperately around the unwound thread of love - as it crawled through the dusty ash of the nostalgic beginning of its former self - forming hands it attached to these castrated arms, self-mutilated by their ignorant desire to hold the dream. Before now, these limp limbs knew no way of expressing what the tongue-tied voice of passion could not. Now, I own these fingers, stretched to hold the strings that dangle taut from heaven, uplifting the dimples of your beautifully flowered cheeks into a shape I long to recognize - simple beauty in a smile. Instead of understanding the use of flesh to make you love, I rely on words written furious, dipped to the bottom of this bottomless well [eternity], then pulled out, dripping passion onto these pages. Reading these, I pray to molecules of joy yet born that you will realize the incessant need, the burning that chokes these words when I seek to speak aloud, as I must then turn to the pitiful bleeding of my heart on a paper I will hand you, shameless and in love. |