Tag: dot dot dot
member name: xanthe l.
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March 10, 2007 01:30 PM EST --
We are summoned: some pre-determined talking to.
Before the eyes of God ~
and so on, all that is predictable and all
we can do is look at each other, arms-folded bored.
Another dull lecture; . . .
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March 08, 2007 09:52 AM EST --
It's a blue note: a one-two on the trip-slip of the lip
that glides a smooth, silver-flash harmonica-
It is an embellishment. A melisma unnecessary,
how we string the syllables that turn . . .
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February 26, 2007 04:19 PM EST --
It's all, click - clack, It's just that I...
can't
or
won't
so these secrets, this come hither
did you ever stop just once to think it through -
that is
that kiss
almost . . .
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February 26, 2007 06:50 PM EST --
You have just left and still I can taste you.
The sage of your kiss, redolent on
my tongue. I drink you in, savoring each
drop. Some consolation that I know
you too think the same. That as . . .
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March 08, 2007 09:56 AM EST --
It is your two-step slip-slide trick of the tongue: an almost kiss, not quite.
One accepts the conjoined syllables ~ they melt soft as communion in the mouth;
Absolution in your simple, not . . .
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March 09, 2007 09:31 AM EST --
You tell me you know what it means; "Baiser."
I am one French word up. I, at last, with upper-hand.
A real tease, taquine.
I wait while you search, phone-dropped,
I can see you thumbing each . . .
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February 18, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
You are an ellipsis.
A dot, dot, dot...
A thought unfinished...
An action I just can't see through.
Then let it stand: STET.
This or we transpose -
You be me, I'll be you. . . .
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March 02, 2007 12:18 PM EST --
Three times you kiss me, lip-slip, an almost there.
Still, your mouth lingers on the forehead, a cross, rosy blessing.
Mother says her of her book of White Magic says:
Ask a direct question...
The . . .
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February 25, 2007 02:59 PM EST --
How that glass façade has served me well!
I painted it black, hid in the corner behind my dark glasses.
Me - the wise-owl in the corner, observing all.
That is what you saw, then you saw...
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