A garden on the other side _________________ "We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental."
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Sun Aug 29, 2004 1:17 am
Athena
Joined: 26 Aug 2004
Posts: 314
Location: Berlin
Autumn Brown
Autumn Brown
The name conjures a wooded forest and delicately clad pixies
Fawns and their mothers and the motley of Fall leaves limp and glistening with morning dew.
Autumn Brown
The bearer of that name
Jade green eyes speckled with Earth, skin the color of sand and hair the color of bark streaked with golden sunlight.
Her back is like a perfect strand of pearls.
Autumn Brown in a colorful gingham dress, twirling barefoot beneath the trees
Legs like a ballerina
Though she would never put on those slippers.
Doing what comes natural to her
But special to me.
Autumn in my nightmares, lulling me to sleep at, night terrorizing me with a phantom kiss on the bottom lip.
Brown like me, like sugar, like part of her
Autumn Brown who I desire to be.
_________________ "We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental."
Mon Aug 30, 2004 3:58 pm
ankh
Joined: 04 Sep 2004
Posts: 2
Location: Santa Rosa
Athene
Beautiful and so sweet........
Sat Sep 04, 2004 12:51 pm
Athena
Joined: 26 Aug 2004
Posts: 314
Location: Berlin
Full moon
And so there was I
Unwept, Unsung and completely Undone
In a room of wood and wax and smoke
And her scent in my skin, in my hair and under my fingernails.
The sounds around like a tear at night
In the moonlight
When life is only black and white
Is where they drip, they curve and fall.
And so there was I
Sweat beading above my lip
Red wine bitter on my tongue and a row of sweaty pearls crying under the pressure of my fist.
The fire sang to me; roasted my skin and the sweet burn was dripping from my lips.
A separation.
A desire.
A release!
Oh God! Help me to stop this craving tonight
A scatter on wood, a burst of cool air and hair brushed from the face
A candle. A flicker of light.
A stream of smoke
And a nail in the foot.
Her smell, her touch, burned on my body forever.
The memory of the maladjusted
The conjure of a mile
Is what kept me in bed a made for two.
But sleeping alone that night. _________________ "We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental."
Sat Sep 04, 2004 10:46 pm
Linda Bray
Joined: 22 Aug 2004
Posts: 4052
Very nice, deep feeling....and rich in vocabulary. Keep up the great work. Thank you for sharing. _________________ a poets heart is never empty....
Linda Bray
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