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hushtalker.
close eyes.swallow saliva.mouths flutter.
people like he die into day of births.
syllables deduct time as beating of hearts.
eyepupils burn - this kills like AIDS.
move closer.
touch him.what you hear?
nothing?
still.you don't remember this places.
asbestos settles on irises.
glances - phenomenal cutting surfaces.
he is God.God kneels in front of you.
he needs you.desires.he created you.
from nothingness sculptured your thighs
backs,palms,shoulders,stomach,calves,breast,
foots,hips.
creator of yours dreams
imaginations and reveries.

I like him.when is near I close eyes
and penetrate sky.I don't see stars
- hear cosmos.
without summaries
I follow heaven pattern.
in world as in enchanted forest.
calls
Land of Dreaming Without Refer.
lift me like blizzard letter.
ideal circle.total emptiness.
years pass as
catarrh.I smoke cigarettes
one after second.
I fit like doors to frame.
between thoughts I sneak to heart.Shame. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => duch [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

hushtalker.

Contributed by duch on Tuesday, 16th August 2005 @ 05:09:25 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

sleepwalker.
hushtalker.
close eyes.swallow saliva.mouths flutter.
people like he die into day of births.
syllables deduct time as beating of hearts.
eyepupils burn - this kills like AIDS.
move closer.
touch him.what you hear?
nothing?
still.you don't remember this places.
asbestos settles on irises.
glances - phenomenal cutting surfaces.
he is God.God kneels in front of you.
he needs you.desires.he created you.
from nothingness sculptured your thighs
backs,palms,shoulders,stomach,calves,breast,
foots,hips.
creator of yours dreams
imaginations and reveries.

I like him.when is near I close eyes
and penetrate sky.I don't see stars
- hear cosmos.
without summaries
I follow heaven pattern.
in world as in enchanted forest.
calls
Land of Dreaming Without Refer.
lift me like blizzard letter.
ideal circle.total emptiness.
years pass as
catarrh.I smoke cigarettes
one after second.
I fit like doors to frame.
between thoughts I sneak to heart.Shame.

Copyright © duch ... [ 2005-08-16 17:09:25]
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Re: hushtalker. (User Rating: 1 )
by Stellar on Tuesday, 16th August 2005 @ 05:37:20 PM AEST
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I think this one was a little over my head, still it was very original.
I liked the line, "I fit like doors to frame."

Take care,
Lizzie

Re: hushtalker. (User Rating: 1 )
by Overstated on Tuesday, 16th August 2005 @ 06:02:56 PM AEST
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this is a good poem written to an interesting style. well done

Re: hushtalker. (User Rating: 1 )
by Demonic_Depression_7625 on Tuesday, 16th August 2005 @ 10:28:26 PM AEST
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very interesting write you've done.

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