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You ever felt Your other half The person so rare Made only for you Their energy The exact compliment Their words Already set in stone Their wheat Fielded earlier When you and I First began This was many Many meetings Before and after You never forget Your other half
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
karisa-brown
Other half
You ever felt Your other half The person so rare Made only for you Their energy The exact compliment Their words Already set in stone Their wheat Fielded earlier When you and I First began This was many Many meetings Before and after You never forget Your other half
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I am alone with you. A fire burns in the distance, It lights our faces As before in the empty cinema, Where we arrived, at some beginning, To watch a foreign film. Our eyes, In new utterance, murmuring subtitles, What words could never speak, The tips of seats, rows of air And the moony screen, A tableau of feathers and cloud, Two of us, alone, as one, Rapt in the spread of wings. Later, alone we dine in the Café Campagne. Our conversation Deafens a burgeoning crowd, Coffee was nectar, our words Were whispering petals. Dearest Blodeuwedd, I saw the sweetest Sorrow on your face, the green ocean In your eyes, I was cleansed By your tears. I have always Known you. Across the border on the far island, You stepped into the waters with me And when you disrobed you lit the stars And the stars and my eyes kissed your skin, Your slender legs, columns, tilting Toward heaven, in the age of Helen, Touched the water and the sky, I saw the milky way that night. Síneánn, I am your Pablo, We are two white birds sailing Over the foam of the sea. Solvent to my stone, you are the hinge To my casement world. Rain petal Voice, lithe, alabaster woman, I am lost in your Sargasso eyes, I hold your skin, my Selkie, Sweet Niamh, I have lived One hundred years this week. It is warm in the distance, In the country of the sun, We end at the house in Umbria, In the autumn, there is no word Siberia, my light Rosaleen. Now is harvest time. At the great table we feast With family and friends And I am not alone with you.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
ormond
Síneánn ( sha-neen )
I am alone with you. A fire burns in the distance, It lights our faces As before in the empty cinema, Where we arrived, at some beginning, To watch a foreign film. Our eyes, In new utterance, murmuring subtitles, What words could never speak, The tips of seats, rows of air And the moony screen, A tableau of feathers and cloud, Two of us, alone, as one, Rapt in the spread of wings. Later, alone we dine in the Café Campagne. Our conversation Deafens a burgeoning crowd, Coffee was nectar, our words Were whispering petals. Dearest Blodeuwedd, I saw the sweetest Sorrow on your face, the green ocean In your eyes, I was cleansed By your tears. I have always Known you. Across the border on the far island, You stepped into the waters with me And when you disrobed you lit the stars And the stars and my eyes kissed your skin, Your slender legs, columns, tilting Toward heaven, in the age of Helen, Touched the water and the sky, I saw the milky way that night. Síneánn, I am your Pablo, We are two white birds sailing Over the foam of the sea. Solvent to my stone, you are the hinge To my casement world. Rain petal Voice, lithe, alabaster woman, I am lost in your Sargasso eyes, I hold your skin, my Selkie, Sweet Niamh, I have lived One hundred years this week. It is warm in the distance, In the country of the sun, We end at the house in Umbria, In the autumn, there is no word Siberia, my light Rosaleen. Now is harvest time. At the great table we feast With family and friends And I am not alone with you.
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