Tag: love
member name: xanthe l.
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January 26, 2007 08:45 AM EST --
God, I am so tired of writing you, of wanting you.
It is boring even to me.
I am weary of the way you stitch in and out of my dreams,
wending your way down the chalked alleys of Israel, always that . . .
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March 09, 2007 09:23 AM EST --
The waters are murky. A green pond, pollen-cloaked rich.
Through it all, she seeks some clarity.
Some mathematical equation that will dole out the variables -
cut knife-like through the thickness of . . .
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March 20, 2007 10:29 AM EDT --
I thought I understood. That the elements were in place.
That the usual signs meant the usual things, so how was I to know that
this time the signs were topsy turvy?
That when all road signs pointed . . .
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April 22, 2007 11:05 AM EDT --
I did I did not want just to see just once if I could
take in the taste of some other,
shared forbidden fruit, Gideon honey.
I slaked my thirst with his pomegranate; drank of him freely
Thought of . . .
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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 07, 2007 05:45 PM EST --
How many times have I photographed your profile now?
Roman: Your aquiline nose, the slight hook near the tip, the way it
meets the bow of your lip - pouted and bee-stung
I must have at least a hundred . . .
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February 20, 2007 12:53 PM EST --
I had given up so many things for Lent.
You among them, by choice, not by choice.
A necessary consequence of circumstance,
some test of will of the heart's true independence.
I never told . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:03 PM EST --
What am I if not a sigh – blate –
A brief exhalation that parses the barrier
of your half-pursed lips.
I am the easy, steady silence
the empty space you fill with me, your hungry ghost; . . .
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April 23, 2007 10:33 AM EDT --
So are we, am I, at some crossroads?
Should I be grappling with these issues of the soul
when truthfully all I can think is
more now again
Yes, I recall those thorny ethical issues,
Socratic, Platonic, . . .
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February 21, 2008 01:49 PM EST --
Dear,
Today the weather is changeable – first blue, now grey.
The sky tears occassionally – sleet on the window.
The goddess has become a real ice-bitch.
This the morning the sky . . .
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February 08, 2007 09:57 AM EST --
So no longer is it that we meet by accident.
I wait for you, finger tapping, nervous at the table, as I watch
the cars go by, tail-lights blinking, as they suck the city pavement of rain.
The only evidence . . .
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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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April 16, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Well look at you!
So clever, so good with your red, colerase pencil!
It is your best-friend and ally, after all - why shouldn't it be?
So easy to edit out the parts that hurt or confuse - Life easier . . .
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June 04, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
This is me, deep rolling fast down twenty
cement steps that lead up to the double oak doors
of St. Thomas Episcopal while I, the bird-ankle twist, am done for,
gob-smacked and walloped by fate, . . .
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January 26, 2007 09:00 PM EST --
Errands run, car hum, I am yours
only not there to show it.
Does my silence frighten you
as much as yours frightens me?
Or is the line disengaged –
the proverbial phone off the hook.
Jerk the . . .
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January 14, 2007 08:36 PM EST --
Errands run, car hum, I am yours
only not there to show it.
Does my silence frighten you
as much as yours frightens me?
Ors is the line disengaged -
the proverbial phone off the hook.
Jerk . . .
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February 13, 2007 10:22 AM EST --
For the fifth or sixth time this hour I see you smile,
hearty and full, no holds barred, you toss it back,
let it all come down and it does
is in the linden-green of your eyes,
the bright pearl of . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:11 PM EST --
You should know that every thing you gave:
a note, a card, a book a film, a jar of honey, a card
with the slant of your pen and which bears my name
I have never discarded one. Each is bound, with a . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:52 PM EST --
Melodious tear, he writes, as if tears had a sound.
Let me tell you – my tears have no sound.
A sob, this perhaps has a sound; one of grief.
A sorrow, this too, like a tear, has no sound, just . . .
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