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Jan 2011
c'est sublime

life is melting
too sweet to stand
so sweet
that your teeth ache
for more, just always a little more

c'est sublime

the color of the sky is melting
from intense to understanding
so brooding
from aggravation red
to regretful navy
so many colors, variations on being

c'est sublime

the ground is melting
starting to die
the grass doesn't prickle
no sensations to feel where you lie
besides sinking
to be covered before a new season comes

c'est sublime

it is melting
dripping down your skin
hot wax into freezing water
you want it, you leave it
you desire it, it consumes you
without qualms
the ultimate paradise

i seek it everywhere i go
the ecstacy

c'est sublime

tres sublime
Written by
Becky Bergstol
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