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in this between-time after the day-work before a partying-night outside in the city-street I window-stand people pass a rich-day collecting the determination of things that future-spell so I am replete with possibility conclusions safely-stored filed-finally I fill with you-thoughts board-pinned your photo to turn to but I daren’t eyes-shut instead . . . and there you are only more so as this portrait - an august-glorious day garden-full with butterflies the sea-sound distant-sounding only more so - this portrait expands to show all your sudden-self a pause in twilight-termoil I grapple – should I let this brown-inked pen flow inscribe tell and paper-paint knowing full-well you favour words that do not spell out what’s in store when the bedroom door closes-shut on poets’ licence? so being careful not to press passion’s path beyond the bounds of touching-tender kissing-close when once I would barely-break-step to think of not exposing such geographies of gracefulness unclothed revealed to savour-so the breath-shortening rise the eye-closing slow-release: please know to write so brought you close when you were not . . . my dear-joy I still my pen hold thoughts in check trance-like knowing now (and conscious now) of other ways to tell-out spell-out characters desire-dense ambiguity-rich flavoured-full beyond-beyondness
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
in this between-time
in this between-time after the day-work before a partying-night outside in the city-street I window-stand people pass a rich-day collecting the determination of things that future-spell so I am replete with possibility conclusions safely-stored filed-finally I fill with you-thoughts board-pinned your photo to turn to but I daren’t eyes-shut instead . . . and there you are only more so as this portrait - an august-glorious day garden-full with butterflies the sea-sound distant-sounding only more so - this portrait expands to show all your sudden-self a pause in twilight-termoil I grapple – should I let this brown-inked pen flow inscribe tell and paper-paint knowing full-well you favour words that do not spell out what’s in store when the bedroom door closes-shut on poets’ licence? so being careful not to press passion’s path beyond the bounds of touching-tender kissing-close when once I would barely-break-step to think of not exposing such geographies of gracefulness unclothed revealed to savour-so the breath-shortening rise the eye-closing slow-release: please know to write so brought you close when you were not . . . my dear-joy I still my pen hold thoughts in check trance-like knowing now (and conscious now) of other ways to tell-out spell-out characters desire-dense ambiguity-rich flavoured-full beyond-beyondness
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Welsh
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
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