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The Eclectic Pen - This Stone is the Only One I Know

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 1/9/2009
Last Updated: 1/12/2009
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Words: 300
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I know you feel a thief to expend my energies, push against me with your erratic temper and beggar’s eyes so I want to admit: I gave willingly all you think you took gave you what I can instantly restore return to order inside me I live in my own wellspring despite the spontaneous dust storm the decreased visibility the pressures from this leaden belly and your hands upon it Your calloused knuckles remind me of beautiful old ruins returning to the earth, supine and reverent You see me in your bed when you close your eyes without even the slightest provocation, I know – despite my physical absence from it the cold pleats in the sheets and inside your watchful heart, that concave mirror I may show up perched below the resinous lip of your mourning when you least expect and your legendary mouth, curled in my lap like a song, threw stones as well as flowers There are no strangers in my life just words that possess the throat, and small miracles in the suite of night Bodies break the surf interfere with the ordinary tides of loneliness – lonely even in the swollen second of laughter It comes so easy sometimes to cease to exist Oh, I promise you I promise you we are invoking the gods in gourds I speak to you this way, mumble and hiss your extinct caresses a balm on my skin a pollen Does it hurt to be tossed around like a leaf over bitter ground discontented sky? One side of your life so rough and brave, sewn through with the blueprint of time Its unforgeable beauty crisp and corporeal hungry for the safety in decomposition - the other side discrete in its drought, hammering pain into an equal peace, into life as we know it A sense of the finite, the indolent, Immured Like a dedication to words that become mere emblems of endurance and affection My body promises heat my love promises remedy and mud insinuates itself into our pores our only source of solvency well, then I must admit another thing: my meager frame cannot resist the prowess of your kisses – This stone is the only one I know

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