orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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PURR

she is pure
like a moonbeam
a snowdrift wave

her hip thrust
where this frantic
wind wavered
before slipping into
that coma white dazzle

the sun glittering like
a smile

hungry and cold
like the stars
burning hot like
the planets bold
as buttons

Its been years since
Ive heard her voice
on the phone

we always leave too
many hyphens
to many sighs

caught in the moment
still
always
while the sleet storm
throws its worth against
a window we both know
we both feel

lapse into dreams
then to be awakened
by black birds in the
dark pines

the ridge morning light
bleak and seeking

10:01 p.m. - 2012-09-17

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