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[aid] => mick
[title] => against a small hope
[time] => 2005-12-24 15:30:10
[hometext] => n/a ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => against a small hope, time remains. i remember the moment of my beginning. my beginning moments ago speaking, screaming, stuttering stupid; moments ago her hands opened, and i found myself there, watching delicate supreme delight, brushing the vast eclipse of her fingers. i have remembered many lives. lives that i could live, desire, destroy, demand, design with simple pleasure. lives that swirl and spin, intertwine slip, and fall away. there is never enough time. i am not afraid to continue. a bold black night surrounds me. i am afraid of the things i cannot see. i am afraid of myself. offering the smallest laughter, i laugh deny her touch, offer simple contained love. she offers quilt and couch, safe haven warmth. away from the cold, cold shadow. I offer smile silence gift smaller than before. I deny gold food eyes upon my eyes she offers night to sleep away the sun. I laugh and do not speak. she reminds me time is time again we do not change. she reminds me i am still and laughing older than before. i am shadow silent slipping into space and sky i am quiet over glass and bone she offers her hand i question and place against her hand she trembles laughs and walks away i leave be sit and stare across the t.v. she loves, and I am reminded of things that I have lost, and I am afraid of what I cannot see: the time in me and love in me, that against a small hope, remains. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 580 [topic] => 2 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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