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[aid] => mick
[title] => Strawberry Lips
[time] => 2005-05-27 23:21:26
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[bodytext] => Can I open you like a book a magazine rip the color off its page? Can I slide slowly over your lips with my lips; the gradually increasing winds, the lightning crashing hard, the thunder and water touching the same sound with my fingers and your fingers over our tired, strawberry lips. I press you to the door run my fingers through your side cup your breasts crave your sweat and salt the ocean calling coming tears the ocean calling empty tides I forget that I am there. And it is more It is more than pressed against your dress more than hunger at your open breasts more than the sweet caress leaning on the store room door. It is the moment i see you everyday my life begins, the laughter that you pull from me, the truth that falls from my tongue into your lap before I even know how to say what I am afraid to say, the smile and penciled poetry on my dead and dying pages of poems long said and written and done. It is the fact that I want to live I want to make money I want to be something more than I am I want to quit smoking I think i'll quit now It is the fact that I love you I love you I love you never grows old never grows too soft never hurts enough to let it all go because i would never let you go no matter what you do because I will forgive you for anything for anything for anything forever. My entire life is fear and pain and hurt and playing laughter like I play my name And i would never change a thing. One second One tiny moment and I might have never met you. I would never take anything back not john dying on those drugs eating himself to kill an empty pain not Theresa living an open lie living on an arms worth a penny in the jar not the death of what i could have had the small hands buried and gone I would rather feel that pain over and over and over again than to be without you for one tiny second a milli second the blink of an eye the dust and sand of an hour gone by I am still afraid I am still holding my flower in trembling hands hoping it grows praying god knows how much just to have each petal crisp and tender filled with all my love and faith all my pain and sadness to create and make one curious bud, one slender stem to tack to my heart a butterflies wings and fly into the day in the night into the open light of day and never look back. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 2 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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