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The Eclectic Pen - Empty Real

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 6/20/2009
Last Updated: 7/8/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 123

  I donít want to be the one you donít recognize
The next day
or the next
After the burning,
ashes swept wide of the fire
and splinters between our teeth

I donít want to be the one left behind
while your eyes are set
On the surprise of
its alchemy of muscle and bolt
its promise of distance

I donít pretend to be unaffected Ė
By the dark colors of the night,
and the way they run
through the sun-bleached yarn of your bloodline
The way we learn to deflect
the bright smile,
hurl meaning into our throats

We tear our palms tying new ropes
around our loving
new cords to braid under our breath Ė
Thatís what I most wanted
And what was wrong with wanting
to whet the heart,
Cling to all that life compels

make slow progress

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