you could see her thirsty throat, and her fair skin. her skin was always warm, except for her hands. her hands were like an ice sculpture's and not even he could ever warm them, not even when he tucked them beneath his arms. she made soups and rices and tea that she didnt even eat or drink, touched people that she didnt even want to touch. it was getting cold out. her room was strewn with coats and parkas and sweaters, dragged from the back closet like bulky winter animals, even though she hated them. the bunches of flowers that she hung from the ceiling in the liquorsoaked summer dried and her bones felt like they were burning. through the house she danced wildcats and necklaces with silver heart charms on them. a raging storm heading toward the edge of the earth.
she began believing in ghosts, lighting the tall votive candles wrapped in saints during the day. at night, she twisted in his arms, supple and feline. the waves their merging bodies created knocked over the candles. wax would pool on the cool hardwood floor and in the morning with her loverboy's weight next to her on the bed, she would sit and squint, so that the abtract shapes the hard red puddles made were hearts. she wanted to convince herself that she didn't need him, or anyone else, only herself and her own love; she wanted to imagine that she could run to the woods at any time she wanted, make her home in a tree and eat flowers for breakfast. leaves would grow from her hair and birds would perch on her shoulders and she would become a wild girl and never be touched, because no one would be able see her and then no one could catch her. but it would never be. her body might break without him, and she knew. so then they both knew.
and as the sun trickled through the window, washing her legs and lighting her eyes, she could feel her own heart battering against the rest of her insides: a dove trapped in a phonebooth. she felt love already starting to devour her. she welcomed it.
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Exquiste Pen! I felt as if I was evesdropping on your private thoughts
Let the ink flow!
blessings, Sandi
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Beautifully done.
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Holy mother,
do you have any idea how long I have been attempting to write a poem as flawless as this? I don't think I've ever known a poet to write about perfect love in such a unique and perfect way as you just did. Your talent stuns me.
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her body might break without him, and she knew.
a dove trapped in a phonebooth. she felt love already starting to devour her. she welcomed it.
this piece was hands down one of the best i have read from you. the images were vivid and absolutely stunning. [i feel like anything i say right now sounds cliche...but for lack of better words, roll with it babe.] i am so jealous. compared to this, i feel small and insignificant.
ily.
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oh babes here's applause i had to get a lil more points to give one lol
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"a dove trapped in a phonebooth. she felt love already starting to devour her. she welcomed it."
awesome fuckin image there;
this so reminds me of a book i feel is my favorite; its called missing angel juan by Francesca lia block [im sure you've heard me blabb about her before]
but this soo reminded me of that b/c of the wild girl images. you should so totally read it! hehe but yes as always you write with such flare!
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