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The lines on her flesh The slightly closing eyes The breath Just barely Everyday I'd wait for you at the top of the stairs Hiding in the shadows as the morning glare peeked through Shining on the boxes that I had stacked up in the night While I gnawed on my hunger You'd come up for several minutes Whisper to me in our stolen time Let me smell you all over in brief embraces And then leave Moments in the breaks of my lightwatch Nights and the descent of the wolves on the hunt The scent of dusk and the ever blinking stars And the creaking of bicycles treading through the woods I'd look you all over in the darkness of the moon Taste the weariness through the souls in our eyes Mildew and the chirps of homecoming birds Warming our bodies in unison The whips of sunshine would come again We'd scramble away from each other Dislodging our joints and other such things Tightening the knots Every fragment I'd wait for your silhouette Luminance granting me brief glimpses Drawn through the curtains of prying eyes And the numerous opuses creasing our hearts The dots of Orion in the amber snow Greeting our hands and chalking the rain Pyres of pain make the distances scarce And burrowing in my chest we'd sit Burning in the ashes of twilight.
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Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
Pictures of Orion
The lines on her flesh The slightly closing eyes The breath Just barely Everyday I'd wait for you at the top of the stairs Hiding in the shadows as the morning glare peeked through Shining on the boxes that I had stacked up in the night While I gnawed on my hunger You'd come up for several minutes Whisper to me in our stolen time Let me smell you all over in brief embraces And then leave Moments in the breaks of my lightwatch Nights and the descent of the wolves on the hunt The scent of dusk and the ever blinking stars And the creaking of bicycles treading through the woods I'd look you all over in the darkness of the moon Taste the weariness through the souls in our eyes Mildew and the chirps of homecoming birds Warming our bodies in unison The whips of sunshine would come again We'd scramble away from each other Dislodging our joints and other such things Tightening the knots Every fragment I'd wait for your silhouette Luminance granting me brief glimpses Drawn through the curtains of prying eyes And the numerous opuses creasing our hearts The dots of Orion in the amber snow Greeting our hands and chalking the rain Pyres of pain make the distances scarce And burrowing in my chest we'd sit Burning in the ashes of twilight.
© Helios Rietberg, September 2011
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Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
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