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[title] => I, desperately.
[time] => 2008-08-03 03:27:51
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[bodytext] => I, desperately avoiding. . . almost singed by the closeness, once at hand, of loves' heat, now turned shimmering delight. . . for the sum of a mere man. the bellows seem so comforting as they affront, ignite loves' trivial assumption cast upon lusts' appetite. as sparks float upward & fetter off amassing. . . twinkling in the sky, a reoccurring seclusion of seductions' paradise. masked & then unveiled as something kin to vice. the thinnest tracing of a tear. . . the ascention of our grace, the recoiling of our fear. a profound provocation of a lullaby, hushed, now laced. . . a sound rising in some distance with resurgence of our longing, a soft & timid reminding of a day when nothing could challenge the tenderness, the stark beauty of your face. I cradle up this knowledge, & struggle only to kneel to our desire. the fierce heat of my wanting consuming us like fire. not the heat of the bare moment but the warmth of our intent with angels' sweet, attending, a lifetimes' love is spent. I, desperately surrender. . . I am surrendering even now to this fragile moments' task, the humbling of the fiercest hearts. to give up our secrets, we must be exacting. . . discover where they start. to take it off, this tragic mask, to what lies just beneath. behold truth is an offering. can you grasp it, hold it close? can you feel the gentleness, it offers as all the outcomes come & go? a new dawn breaks, awaits so I constitute, with will, a gypsy relevance & a kaleidoscope funneling, design meant to attempt. relinguishing escape. . . barely able. . . barely bent. . . barely knowing. . . if I'm safe or suffocating from the loss of innocence. confronted by loves' primal misconception, the pit of needing to possess. the dark & cloudy resemblance of complacencies' deepest depth. . . I falter as an offering as each breath, I do concede. my freedom, it is burning all the bridges. . . to my needs. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 75 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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