a poem about quiet moments
why do you write about oranges?
when you would rather pursue
a sweet tangent
all about me
and blow the sky away
like the candles of a
birthday cake
iced with emotion
and mommy's dishwater hands
(lets make love in the grass)
candles dripping with
wax
wax
wax
melting
and
flowing as my hair
and twisting around the branches
of an old and wise grandmother tree
3 miles from where we lie
lulling the leaves with a sweet caress
to settle on the rubber ground
landing on the small of your bare back
(where you lay.
on top my me)
....and we marvel........................
at how complete the sky looks
with streetlights framing its edges
and we laugh
because it is so much better when the city lights wash out the stars
and then the sky is a canvas
and we are free to think what we may
as we lay
and look
(uninterupted)
into the night sky
September 1 2005, 00:47:12 UTC 6 years ago
September 1 2005, 01:17:19 UTC 6 years ago
September 1 2005, 17:08:41 UTC 6 years ago
madeleine
September 2 2005, 03:48:05 UTC 6 years ago
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September 3 2005, 19:18:38 UTC 6 years ago
September 3 2005, 03:01:11 UTC 6 years ago
(sometimes i go all out when i meet someone for the first time, and i know it's going to be the last time so i talk in a british accent so they will think i'm from england. i think i have identity problems.)
September 3 2005, 19:17:48 UTC 6 years ago
Leah and i talk as loudly as we can in British accents while walking past strangers.