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The Eclectic Pen - The Daisy Game

By: Emily Rose C. (flightsofangels)  
Date Submitted: 6/5/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 162

  I dreamed of seeing your lips part,
opening cautiously as week-old tree buds
between birth and bloom.
Here, on my imagined eve,
your eyelight weakens me,
outpouring shafts of lost rememberings—

white petals strewn over pink-checkered dresses
queen anne’s lace woven through honey-gold hair
tiny mary-janes clap the rhythm of ritual de-flowering
thin, nursery-rhyme voices chant the mantra of uncertainty

—and your eyes explode with light and light and light
spearing through brief shades of Memory;
my weak, old body straining through to see as
sound like flutesong full of breath floats forth
from an unfathomed place in your throat,
saying, soft as discarded petals,
“I love you

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 6/12/2009 11:36 AM ET
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