not quite never spoken

26 October, 2009 - 2:51am — Icarus

i dreamt you kissed me
with the sunlight streaming
through the broken battered
windows of a
basement staircase.
you smiled and
said i tasted like
the way a windchime
sounds.
your arms around my shoulders
paint flecks like snowflakes
falling through your
haloed hair.
i woke with my hands
still on your waist
and the taste of you
still on my lips.

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26 October, 2009 - 3:02am — Tophat

I love it. I really, really

I love it. I really, really do. You're a wonderful poet. I hope you continue to grace us with your writings.

Was this influenced by a personal experience? I assume so, of course.

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Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.

-The Marquis de Sade

26 October, 2009 - 3:15am — Icarus

blushes

you're the best tophat, and a great writer too!

yeah, this is the poem version of a dream i had earlier....

so for those of you falling in love
keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right
throw yourself in the midst of danger
and keep one eye open at night.
--"Elephants" Rachel Yamagata

26 October, 2009 - 3:28am — tenmilestilts

i agree, it's a beautiful

i agree, it's a beautiful poem. i got such a vivid image from it.
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