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July 2007
p o ' m s
a
poem
by x&al
danzabel
Copyright © 2007 x&al danzabel.
All rights reserved.
| long time nomadess on
this planet gifted with word joy in reading and speaking and writing and
listening and sharing over spaces in days and nights... |
p o m s
crisp as porcelain
let them drop by chance
and they splinter into fragmented letters
p o m s
fresh as linen
inhale their fragrance and walk with them into orchard mystery gardens
p o m s
lewd as whores nests
press your body into their divans
and roll in flesh and sweat and husky voices
p o m s
naked as steel doors
pass thru their linking hinges
and cut dreams into portions wrapped into papery gauze
p o m s
hovering as rainbows
let them arch secret and unbidden
over opaque vacancies forgotten in horizons
p o m s
hidden in brain webs
brush them aside with inquisitive hands
and they reveal voids slipping into memory caves
p o m s
come and touch
let them lure inadvertently into depths
without signs of escape
p o m s
are things of filigree web stuff
made of tinkling laughter in faraway palaces
of spaces lighter than air yet dark
Contact the Author - hewesufa@yahoo.co.uk
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