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I’d imagined twilight Dripping like gentle strokes Atop a canvas we’d thrown out, Out window hours ancient – a, “light’s off,” And shadow’s play, Bitten lips and muffled pant; The secret that’d eat, masticate, ***** gorge atop more And add to the first eternity knowing "end." So the stars fell, “twinkle-tap-tap,” For planets break, dust and tear Atop our pillow post-ecstasy, An only accomplishment and still Breathing this only and Remaining lonely’d thought, “The other’s still right;” Could I be so very wrong? And she leaves with part of me upon back, An ink wrought celebration of years later, And imagined, the pour, not poor, But immortal retreat Born my buying one ticket And later romp awry Reynosa; The rattle of tequila, pool-balls and pockets, Sweet, sweet, “Lenore,” And the home she’d promised, The home we eventually abandoned.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Lenore and where the world will break
I’d imagined twilight Dripping like gentle strokes Atop a canvas we’d thrown out, Out window hours ancient – a, “light’s off,” And shadow’s play, Bitten lips and muffled pant; The secret that’d eat, masticate, ***** gorge atop more And add to the first eternity knowing "end." So the stars fell, “twinkle-tap-tap,” For planets break, dust and tear Atop our pillow post-ecstasy, An only accomplishment and still Breathing this only and Remaining lonely’d thought, “The other’s still right;” Could I be so very wrong? And she leaves with part of me upon back, An ink wrought celebration of years later, And imagined, the pour, not poor, But immortal retreat Born my buying one ticket And later romp awry Reynosa; The rattle of tequila, pool-balls and pockets, Sweet, sweet, “Lenore,” And the home she’d promised, The home we eventually abandoned.
Lenore, as gentle as the wind, as light as a feather; I wonder where it was the breeze delivered her. I imagine her smile in the morning sun, her son, playing in the yard. I smile in reminiscence whilst pondering this new shore I've happened upon; guilty, come fear and echoes of gallantry. The world would never let me go.
liam-c-calhoun
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
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