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2/19/2011

You are translucent midnights,
swinging through burn-metal bars.
The numbing quick footed horse-step
of the ceiling fan's travels.
You are curling safety, springing smiles
(and sometimes tears) disassociated memories,
brought to life and purged from me.
You are reviving honey tea, soothings with milk and honey,
unexpectedly accepting.

4 comments:

Jhordyn Ashley said...

This is a lovely piece dearest, you have quite a talent here!

xx and hugs

Jhordyn

mckenzie. said...

Loveliness, as per usual. xx

Philosophia said...

This is incredible. Love it. :)

Melee said...

Beautiful, my dear. I do love the way you put your words together. :)