Tag: poems
member name: xanthe l.
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May 15, 2008 09:31 AM EDT --
enough of this that the otherwise
surprise! here i am where are you
when it all comes down
how can you say you did you don't you will you won't you will
take it on take it easy . . .
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February 10, 2007 06:06 PM EST --
It sounds like the last day we will ever meet.
I can hear it - the tinsel thin wire - it stretches taught
before snapping: A violin string that breaks mid partita,
a movement interrupted. Is it your . . .
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February 27, 2007 04:16 PM EST --
What I know and do not know is changeable.
Like me, these things are mercurial. Not unstable, just fluid and easy.
I know that I do not know what Love - what it means to be in-love,
only that I do know . . .
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June 27, 2007 04:25 PM EDT --
Seven knots red thread Kabbalah & Celtic incantare
this day of solstice enchantments,
words soft any hymn fall honeyed from your lips,
my voice it chants dulcet each syllable of your name – . . .
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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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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 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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January 14, 2007 08:41 PM EST --
God, those first frantic kisses.
Some veil at last lifted and we were as we wanted.
You lifted the sheath - broke the seal,
and we took each to the other -
...as one keeps a rich secret.
With your . . .
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February 02, 2007 08:30 PM EST --
So here we are at Les Deux Magots
where people ‘spoke feverishly' you tell me
as they drank their Pastis or their whiskey
or whatever was fashionable at the time and
they had great arguments . . .
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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 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 04, 2007 10:26 AM EST --
Just a punch of anesthesia.
A needle to the vein.
I am all insouciant and light,
all pain hushed, the heart
now quiet. The hours bears
the insignia of the moment.
Dear, the mind is naught,
a tight row . . .
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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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February 19, 2007 01:45 PM EST --
It is the sound of my footsteps that alarms.
They are one, singular. Without you, I am incomplete.
Half a person, wanting and yearning, I parse the miles,
I stretching to you, trying to reach your long . . .
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February 19, 2007 01:50 PM EST --
It is the sound of my footsteps that alarms.
They are one, singular. Without you, I am incomplete.
Half a person, wanting and yearning, I parse the miles,
I stretching to you, trying to reach your long . . .
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February 25, 2007 03:16 PM EST --
There had always been some tease in you.
A not-so-nice-part I used to call it, but the latter part that later would kiss it all better.
In the moment though, it was as if the Lord himself had come down . . .
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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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January 26, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
The time is gone; taken by swift Achilles.
Some wicked joke.
Thirteen years and I hardly see a wink,
or I wink and it is gone.
The last five pass by waving hand,
a five-fingered & pale . . .
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February 13, 2007 09:35 AM EST --
If I can always parse the distance,
it is always to your south that I fall.
And if I ever needed salvation, it would be to you that I would run.
And if all the earth shook, you would remain unshakable, . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:41 PM EST --
Finally, an accounting of what you stole (among other things), here is some brief list then of the hair and other ribbons that you made-off with over the course of several summers (I will not list an entire . . .
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