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The Eclectic Pen - Ghosts

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 12/11/2008
Last Updated: 11/17/2009
Words: 129

  I imagine you,
bending low
leaning in
trying to make sense of this,
to distinguish truth
from plagiarism
the way only the body knows how.

The tongue grows fickle,
stirring between cheek
and tooth
like a flightless bird,
desperate to bury its beak
in burning soil
in beauty
a bandit in gorgeous plumage
guilty of this ineffable longing
of years.

I imagine you
opening up to me,
shedding layers
in the space between embraces,
imagine you
remembering yourself beside me,
your smiling moon body
at ease
between the sheets.
Warm words bow their heads
graze the water of your riverbed,
entwine like lazy branches -
deep memorials to our kisses.

I could do anything right now
be bold
risk my life
murder reason.
I ache to throw stones,
to disturb this firmament of time,
feel the ripple underfoot
ages hibernating
in material roots,
our simple lives
dark ribbons in the mud.

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Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 12/11/2008 5:58 AM ET
Beautiful like intricate furls in filigree,love it.
Ronny S. (ronny) - 12/11/2008 9:07 AM ET
I like it!
Linda H. (CleoAuthor) - 12/12/2008 6:34 PM ET
Always love your material!
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