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I unraveled her kimono As if it were a gift, When hours earlier, She’d bandaged my arm. I traced her clavicle With the only finger left, And seconds later, would Intimately grasp the music. So I whimper within want, And blame it on the pain, Come an instant, She’d pegged me a “liar.” Then we’d love, we’d wed, A naked knowing only moonlight, And should the hours understand “Later,” we’d know only dark. So the sunrise ensued, I folded her kimono, silk and As if it were a letter, one Parting gratitude and prior wander. But the crimson and ‘Ever’d arrive later,  and later’d Arrived atop a melancholy’s mount, Eternal and seasoned  “regret,” She’d passed, we’d passed, And the night’s passed to know Only “broken,” broken, the bow, And how all and always unravels.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Terminus Kimono
I unraveled her kimono As if it were a gift, When hours earlier, She’d bandaged my arm. I traced her clavicle With the only finger left, And seconds later, would Intimately grasp the music. So I whimper within want, And blame it on the pain, Come an instant, She’d pegged me a “liar.” Then we’d love, we’d wed, A naked knowing only moonlight, And should the hours understand “Later,” we’d know only dark. So the sunrise ensued, I folded her kimono, silk and As if it were a letter, one Parting gratitude and prior wander. But the crimson and ‘Ever’d arrive later,  and later’d Arrived atop a melancholy’s mount, Eternal and seasoned  “regret,” She’d passed, we’d passed, And the night’s passed to know Only “broken,” broken, the bow, And how all and always unravels.
I spent some time in Kyoto. I will never forget Kyoto. But oh, did I try come two days in Tokyo and the skies above and east Narita.
#love#life#regret#wounded#presents#kimono#dearjane
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
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