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The Eclectic Pen - Ghosts

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