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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

her words
i'll remember
"i'll love you forever
and never will i stop loving
never"

"never
will i ever
want you again ever
even though i said forever--
never"

her breath
evaporates
her words are breath to me
not to grasp but inhale and dream
of them

her words
exist no more
not carved in stone nor steel
not bound by worth or earth, but by
my thoughts

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

i am
disconnected
among the living, dead
i move about unseen, unheard
unknown

the world
rejects my face
it hides its eyes from mine
it wears the face it shows the dead
unseen

i walk
deserted streets
where midnight moon alone
illumines roads for creeping things
unseen

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

arise!
dearest lover
from my lonely longing
words of wishful rememberance
arise!

arise!
i command you
with desperate words aflame
like coals smoldering within me
arise!

arise!
or be consumed
i will and burn ablaze
for heat as this cannot be held
arise!

arise!
my screams whisper
my moans twist up in smoke
in memory alone you smile
risen.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

Silence,
but tap-tapping
raindrops on window-sill.
Night sky's rumbling thunder in the
distance.


(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

Seashells
line my bare shelves,
barely--line my bare walls,
collecting emptiness to fill
my house.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

Full moon--
lone traveler
in a boat of white cloud,
drifts across the silent dark
night sky.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

in warmth
we dress inside
a darkened dressing room
not caring for the fashion trend
this womb

in dark
and cold undress
ourselves to lie, to sleep,
not knowing of a fasion trend
this tomb

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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Christos Rigakos
  Apr 17, 2012
Christos Rigakos · Apr 17, 2012

tickling
squirm and giggle
lead to grabbing hands and
holding hands and stares while drawing
nearer

the eyes
draw faces close
before the hungry kiss
and held hands release to embrace
with fire

the kiss
now ended nice
recalling the tickling
realizing it wont work again
that's past

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

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