orgami's Diaryland Diary

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ADMISSION

jealousy
and the bells ring
the the minute hand swings
the tap drips fresh savings
into polished sinks
full of scrap dishs
and meals turned sour
by the dense heat

your atmosphere is misted
with thoughts dug up from
valley gardens
here are richs guided by
your hands and warmed by
the clever fashion of your
wrists

abundant shine
you gleam
like new minted halos
and drying wings
the drops of moisture
clinging like prayer beads

we are barefoot
in our ease
covered in delicate shade
and the lake glitters
through the heat

you want to invoke
the passion within
and you spill combinations
to unlock the gates
hindred with the rust
of fools

and I know I am falling
for you
I feel it in the rush
when your eyes glance
and I catch that graze

12:23 p.m. - 2011-06-14

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