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Author Name: Freeborderline_mary 3 Comments
Date Added: November 30, 2012 00:11:14 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Agate


I ever imagined the feel of your skin,
and fancied the awed, low murmur
of pulses that could only exist in echo:
stretched longing I could take
into myself, and immerse until I might drown,
wind-shivered, cracked papyrus left blank...

I only ever imagined the blank,
breathless white; friction and skin;
the totality of me that you could take
and slide along the ribbon of your murmur,
stifled laughter to drown
out the last, lingering, dredging echo

left behind in every strand of hairsymbols meant to echo
the past, quilt up the future, wash all blank.
I imagined, and waited to drown,
trapped within the ringing silence of my skin,
yearning to be content with the artless murmur
of finger-ink on smooth surfaces that never take.

Once your skeins were there to take
up with mine, once within the echo of an echo
of a mocking daydream, a jackdaw's meaningless murmur
I lived to push against it, to blank
out all, event horizon sheltering like a second skin
the last and least holt for hope to drown.

Your hair in ringlets, a cloud to drown
the sun: I imagined it, imagined I could take
the fabric of it to mend my own broken skin,
like the words of a poem strung together in the echo
of another voice, a blank
paper, a senseless, ceaseless murmur.

I imagined youthat you would murmur
and I would never bleed, never drown,
only wither some, perhaps, under a sky blank
and empty of birds, where at least none could take
away the crashing, booming echo
of nothing, of ringlets and pulsing and screaming and skin.

I thought I could skin my fancies, quiet the murmur
leave only a blank, hollow echo...
and you would take me, hold me, and with me, someday, drown.

 

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeAeon Onopka on December 30, 2012 04:54:54 PM Report
I adore this so, Jessica, but the third stanza most of all. My love, the imagery in this piece leaves me with such a satisfied feeling inside. I feel it all: your desires, your struggles, your heart.



Aeon


Comment By: FreeAdri on December 3, 2012 03:24:29 AM Report
I saw this as inspirational, yet sad. 
Well written 

Adri 

Comment By: FreeRobin Constantinou on November 30, 2012 06:59:25 PM Report
Quite a hopeless yet hopeful instance of broken hearted story. 
"Love is like a serpents kiss.

Devastatingly sensational"

Great write.





 


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