orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Vortex

texture
this night pebbled with stars
they steal into hours
like rain freezing on the dream

I listen to the wind searching
on its quest
and nights thirst drinking from
the faucet like frost melting
in daybreak from the eaves

I remember summer and the black
brick chimney swifts that
gathered like a shadow of night
Violet and vertigo dusk
crept against the cirrus

television murmur
and the damn clink of Gin
tin lids
cotton visions on roller coaster
drives

that thick forest silence
in my soul like damp river stones

knelt in front of me
and told me she could see
auras her knees a trail
of bruises
her autumn eyes
feilds of demure fire
wet as exploding stars
with tinged violence
and a calm burning

let her stretch out on
my back
her heartbeat a river
her breath hot as a summer
afternoon
her hair light as rain
pooling on my neck
cascading down my shoulder

so hungry for descriptions
we were entries in our mirrors
fading at the edges like forgotten
roses like lake fingers
translucent and shivering

we kissed chapters of fonts
our salt page taste
like bittersweet winter
in streetlight snowfall parade
down the ceiling and wall
falling angels you said
weeping for the ghosts
of the selves they tore from
you like pages of a diary

the narcotic haze
we wandered
dull dazzled and careful
not to fall in our graves
waking like the dead
in our tangled feilds
as wings of sunlight
stroked us through the crooked
blinds

6:07 p.m. - 2011-12-11

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