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[title] => I Remember
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[bodytext] => That first night we met, that hope-filled moment our uncertain souls reached out for the rare comfort found in a shared understanding of pain. Our thoughts were like blimps and seagulls flowing in sync, meeting half way as our views and emotions allowed seeds of trust to sprout as each of us shared pictures of who we really were. I remember discussing the delicate beauties inherent in all things small and overlooked by absorbed minds, we agreed that Seattle had great coffee and that love seems to be a strange metaphor obeying no rules. I remember looking into your eyes, seeing a story of life and passion bearing no masks. For one moment, everything was clear, more alive. Somehow brightness spoke up from inside like never before, my doubts about letting you in, silenced. I relaxed into the soft loudness of reality, realizing that September is a spent riddle where my pouting hydras cannot touch me. Breathing the truths I could not see before made me need you, I was no longer alone on the planet. Gentleness radiated your lips as I nodded in time to the symphony of assurance, the magnetism growing between your healing splendor and the tethers of my heart. You were worth your weight in rainbows. For one moment I understood that it was OK to grant myself perfection. Today I want to offer thanks for the time you sorted out the tendrils of chaos I used to be when my heart was a sparrow roaming Golgotha in thirst. Your presence now, my anchor as my love sets the gears to guide. Fate is a broken clock, only wound by surrendering the burdens of doubt we hold ourselves back with. Allow me to be the remover of fleece and reach into you unhindered, as you have into me. Thank you for showing me that a big part of living is letting go. -Svw Clayman, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. As of this note you have 39 poems posted and only 17 interactive comments. This will be your last posting unless you bring your comment to poem ratio to at least 1:1. Time now to give a little of yourself back to the other poets. Thank you. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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