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[title] => whisper.
[time] => 2009-12-03 15:32:31
[hometext] => A letter of love to a familiar stranger. | Sleepless, I try to rid myself of the voices, the words; I abandon boundaries, and pour myself into writing in hopes of peace. Then I laugh. |
[bodytext] => Dearest Adoles, I never know where to begin after I write your name. It is always a strenuous ritual, preparing to write to you; first there is the breathing, which I have nearly abandoned hope on (it is you, sweet criminal, that steals it constantly). Then, my attempts to cease my hands from trembling, for they know they must create beauty for something that is beyond it. They fear you, cherie, your relentless splendour that blinds and kills, and your obliviousness to it. At the very end, there is just the pen, the stained parchment, and the storm that howls within my heart, the beasts that chant your name like god. Understand, darling, that I am not divine. I am made entirely of coal and the only precious stone that gleams is the piece of your heart you deigned to give me. I’ve kept it safely lodged amid brittle ribs and shadow breaths; it thrives in my dark, and does not fear it. You pulse beneath and between everything, a steady light, soft but penetrating, and yet my eyes do not burn in your presence, my eyes that have only darkness to kiss them. How do I not fade when I caress you? We rebel against all truths, a paradox of celestial and fallen, light existing in dark. I spend most of my days wrapped in clouds. Dare I describe you? I feel so inadequate when I try. I know I am foolish to try… But, you see, I must. I must, now, because I feel as if I should be in a photograph devoid of colour; beautiful in shades of death, and completely pure regardless; because, at this moment, I am poetry; I am every shade of you. Adoles. Love, - Isobel. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 2 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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