5 minutes ago...and guess what? it was wonderful!
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To UndoOn the border of Pakistan andTo Undo
India fresh flames
are born, but I see nothing but the
blur of elbows and other scrawny limbs. Under layers of itching wool, irritation and the dust of flesh, I see what is cream-colored and beating, you: you are fresh, you are alive you are present beneath my palms, softly destroying the distance between us, like erosion like crumbling of cities like plastic and metal against theology,
what lays in a pile like a wildfire? or like a scorched earth singing with fever? what I see, (and y
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my ownI turn, I clutch my own, and life settles, thickens, until around me hums deeply. I don't know if you hear, if you see my hands there. They fidget and articulate. I don't know if you sense the something that shifts, the transformation of blood flowing, pulse slowing. I don't know now, all my life I've not known. All I know is inside. All I know I own, train, syndicate and exhibit. Inside me something moves, half-alive and persistent. Something low, ultra-violet. I drop my arms, bite the insides of my mouth; I kick at carpeting and laugh it away.my own
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A Personal InterpretationTo some, desire is the extinguishing of a cigarette, a thread of smoke twisting thick, and to some it is warmth wet and alive, breathing sleep, to some it is the chopping of wood all dust and fragrance,A Personal Interpretation
to some, wine, like bottles of velvet,
to some, desire is merely the curve of an elbow or the bend
of a knee.
But to me, desire is clamshells and sea cones, the sumptuous bends of aural light,
folding into lips of cream exhaling breaths held captive for moments
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These Things I SaveThe recognition, the vast knowledge of mine, what I save for yours: your speech, your tongue the supple reds around your teeth, your teeth your neck, the veins splintering as you turn side to side, your bones dipping and connecting, sliding: the muscles around curving and cupping clinging to the fibers, the fibers, the fibers, the essence of you, what is you your material your being,These Things I Save
these words, these words these things I save.
by ~Phoenix789
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YES!
and let's not forget the dreamers.
i want to see that again
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