orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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escusean

drip drip
drop stop

the night is hungry
crawling in its walled
perimeter

the dream beasts
sleeping
drawing breath
in their heavy sighs
the light spines
rippling like waves
of slumber

the gates are tall
and full of night
crowned with stars
protected by the
thorns of ideals

you are ribbon dressed
and weeping
the stewardship
waiting like talismen
gold
warm as sterling
enhancements

jasmine lines
boardwalk salt
from windswept
landscapes

how I haunt the
lots emptied
of winters breath
how your ice lace
shines like morning
eyes
full of fire
like morning star
ambition

there are no histories
in our mirrors
the pathos we burn
are consumed
this letter love
magnetism
gathering at the
blossom

...

2:31 p.m. - 2011-12-12

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