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This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
For it no longer echoes in my ears, in my fingers,
in my tongue. These endless digits fallen instantaneously
numb like a local anesthetic or winter basement nights
alone in the dark.

This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
It's melodic tones and overtures, the way it wraps
around words like my hands around your curves.

This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
And how I fed on it like the word of God.

This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
Your soft touch
brushes my naked back
by accident or design
am I still aroused
Your gentle breathing
let's me know
your sleeping and yet
it still comforts me to know
you're there


brushing softly
against my naked skin
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
dania
House of cards,
Little space.

"Draw the curtains,"
Happy place.

On the swings,
Gentle push.

"Touch the sky!"
Fleeting whoosh.

Running some errands,
Busy afternoon.

Grocery store music,
Catchy tune.

Quiet back alley,
Stabbing knife.

Laying on pavement,
Doubting life.

Cold storm strikes,
Washing away.

Sigh after sigh,
Feelings betray.

Dreary minutes pass,
Eyes blear.

Urge to cry,
Prisoner tear.

Ghostly vibe pulsates,
Hopes high.

One last breath,
Say goodbye.
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
CA Guilfoyle
Orange woke
the sleeping world,
clouds, cumulus, creamy
feathery skies, painted fly
far escapes the night
sings morning pink, red
heavenly glow
ablaze in dawn's
delight
it could not be sin
to love the beautiful on
earth – but these women,

spontaneous spawn
sprung of wonderful flowers,
make me double take

and heed to powers
beyond strength for curious sake –
when i look again

i ask, why nature
is teasing slow-moving men
with a halting cure

to hopeless ails of seeing kind
with flowers walking through my mind
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
Keloquial
when i was 4,
i ate a black watermelon seed.

i remembered hearing that you were not supposed to do this.

so i told my teacher and she said,
"uh oh dear, dont drink too much water and stay out of the sunlight."

and for weeks, i drank only milk, and didn't tell a soul.

because if i opened my mouth,
the seed might become whole.
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
Tru Baker
You make my knees
sway like the limbs of
a tree in a harsh wind
when you walk by;
your words make me blush
like a sweet summer rose—
you make my heart sing
songs of adulation that
nest in the heart like birdsong;
I could spend
an eternity in your arms,
and not be bored with the outcome.
In a world where
nothing lasts — let’s make
ourselves a promise:
let’s last.
 Sep 2012 Pandora dO
Tru Baker
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,—
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
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