Archive for December, 2009
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In the cool, dark incessant ocean, under the crystal heavens. The lunar coin, a beacon. The gentle surf roars through the black; thunderous, all-consuming, eternal. The body of water alight: the stars spawn fireflies. The rapture of the night, miles onshore, under my eyes, words take me there.
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I’ll wear this shame with indifference. What’s done is done. (N)Ever-wiser and a lesson easily learnt but difficult to transcend in the real. How many more men will taint my troubled soul with their sticky desire? Am I not a product of my own making? I lie in an unmade bed, and I can smell you on my skin. Scalding water will not wash away the mark you left, but if makeup can transform the ugly then I can always hide.