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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.07.14.58.21108]] |
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i wonder at the thought (of you) of (me) being left dry. with your quill, dipped poreously, into my ink. (with your finger on my heart) perhaps this parchment, with your sweeping, elaborate strokes. etchings on my skin. could write history, into my body. i wonder, at the thought (of you) of (me) us of wandering through this ocean (water for your lips) of drifting in the sun with the nettles in our hair would that you be apollo, to bring about the night, set us in release could i be but helen, and launch your thousand ships to bring your thousand kisses to my lips? (hush, for the night is near,ever drawing near) |