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I watch an apple fall from a branch
Heavy with delicacy, splitting in its dive
Its core openly resting in frail air
I breathe in falters and moments contrived.
I shake, lost in light hairs above your navel
A moon poured hourglass makes me squint
Lashes spread with a still giggle
And whispered words leave shoddy imprints
I sleep, wake and find wax dry on my chest
Snow covering quietly with its white veil
Winter drips into your room unnoticed
Lost in this melody of timid contrails
Craters of lost harvest look above
Too a sky of faded oil and sand
I watch my chest unfold in the horizon
Gasp and clouds roll as my lungs expand
Wasting fruits
Wasting moments
Opposites castrate my mind
And I weep verbally into her open palms
Last edited by pixiesfanyo; 10-31-2005 at 05:47 AM.
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