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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Erzsébeth
[time] => 2004-03-18 09:38:48
[hometext] => Another one on the great Cruel Countess
[bodytext] => They say I’m a liar Because they’ve never seen you They only have my words That fail to describe you Your hair’s a black corona Deep dark silhouette against the moonless sky Drinking the moonlight Your eyes Emeralds that make the jungle fade Bottomless pools I’ve sunk to depths Where the sun is silent And the stars hide Your mouth Ruby abundance That makes me speechless Speaking only through poetry My sole refuge Your skin Only Procol Harum could Put the right words to it They think you’re weird Because you want mé I excel in cliches To grasp what’s unfathomable You dance when you walk Slowly, elastically, electrically Silent whispering in my mind All the cats hide when you move In embarrassment They close their eyes You prowl, fast unseen lightning Black panthers have always copied you In poor imitation They consider me a mental When the sun and clouds played their games We played ours, chasing black and white But now I stay inside Wisdom in its purest form Your words caress my ears Trembling with knowledge That draws near divinity Drenched with pain For no human to bear You were Solomon’s Source of inspiration They call you a fabrication Someone who cannot exist They call me a geeky wanker Someone that should not exist *soft giggling* Your love Stripped from quotidian frills Copious Your love Excavates my soul Devours my being They state I’d been acting strange for a while They state I’d been delirious about some psycho lately You are known From movies and books But no one begs for your signature You are the dark side Of the past, presence and future Your anchors pierce time The reflection of the sun is still in my eyes You gorge this forbidden flavor Golden memory From now on We will face the moon And ethereal eternity [comments] => 3 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Hurretje [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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