orgami's Diaryland Diary

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litmus tess

stained
like a dream
fingerprints and toes
a place where a cloud
wept

where night curled up
atop our clothes

there are blade stars
cutting free the souls
to drift like poplar
dust....

the creek is the colour
of whiskey and forgotten
captions are tilted and
sprawled in the grass

sunlight like a tiger
waits
coiled

and I remember the taste
of the water
blowing whitecaps
against her ribcage
sand in her hair
angular lines

"I look like a dirty boy"

looking at herself in my
sunglasses..leaning in
tilted on the balls of her
little feet

the lithe length of her
throat the colour of midnight
moonrise

2:30 p.m. - 2013-05-28

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