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By twinkle Date: 2002 Sep 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.08.15.33.15178]] |
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all the passion in the world hung like diamonds on my skin the sky black and low tonight; underneath the fragrance trees above the concrete i wander. sidewalks full as midnight pulls its weight the heavy pounds of dusk santa monica is strewn with ballerina lights; hour blossoms dancing fiercly through and among. upon my brow your absence remains, as if the stars had dropped down - across the streets our cats are fighting, making up and making out more than i can say. far from me the sea bellows out in strength. it sings long and thick, in forever strains the notes tearing out my teeth, as if i were discussing barcelona, and all its redness the unfamiliarity of its city lights wide and deep. i am also very far in flights, so i will wait or wait again to live cling to your shade across from the chapel in sweet aching of my heart - |