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The Eclectic Pen - Parting is such

By: Katy C. (kelinmarie)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 5/29/2009
Words: 65

  I taste your sweet gritty sap,
Freckling my lips and face like
Soft drops of burgundy rain.
Someone's heart is skittering over rocky terrain.
Not mine - the hard hot calm of the desert.
Not yours - a turbine in an emptying riverbed.
Bullet to gray eggshell folds,
Your blind eyes have drained
Like the bitter wine drenching the earth.
Sink with it, or join the sky's dark messengers.
I bow, and say -

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ericjasongastelum - 5/31/2009 7:00 PM ET
i know those dark messengers and all about the bad electricities. lets get tea and discuss this piece.
Marta J. (booksnob) - 6/5/2009 4:32 PM ET
I really like this. The words are delicious; begs to be read out loud.
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