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[aid] => mick
[title] => iodine love
[time] => 2004-12-24 20:13:47
[hometext] => I'm still working on this a little bit, but i figured i'd post it anyway, give me your opinions, advice etc. (not that i'll listen) it's always nice to know what others think ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => On a bed In the summer of two thousand two The dirty blinds folding the exterior the light and smiles opening into the frozen, white morning of North Carolina, I loved and touched her sleep her quiet, curly hair scattered over face and pillow; her hair the thunder of my night shattered over snow and fire. I kissed her, her dreams flush and fluttered from the room. She kissed, my dreams slithered from her lips slithered up the yellow, stained walls, on nicotine wings. We pressed our flesh bit and sucked, quivered and seized until finally meeting, hand in hand our foreheads bound by desire. This is not love, she said, love is a triumph; the tangerines rotting in the sink; love is a travesty. I said, love is the cigarette burning at our feet and love is a car a brand new convertible failed and dying in the street. No, she said, love is not a car, and it is not the window, or the laughter, or the heart that skips a beat. No, love is none of these things. Love is the scar the cut you cannot have it is the rot and ruin of all that you write of all the wasted ink and time it is the knife of your life rusted and closed. I smiled then and held supreme the thrust and stab of my thought the wail and silence of her breasts folding into a bright and frightening reality. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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