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< the bones of april >
glow white in the moon
pulling the tides apart
as i
your legs
cast on a beach
the remnants of old invasions
picked by crows
craving this food
as we all must
and the water
and the kiss
and everything is soon forgotten
(save the kiss)[font=Courier New]
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Published 5th Jul 2010
| Edited 9th Feb 2013
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5th Jul 2010 8:16pm
This reminds me of e.e.cummings.
It all weaves together in such a gentle way to create the most fragile, beautiful images.
It all weaves together in such a gentle way to create the most fragile, beautiful images.
Anonymous
9th Jul 2010 3:21am
in the words of jim carrey
FOUR to figure this out, ray. i'm still not sure i have. what i've got, i like. and i'm just going to keep it that way. you're some form of genius, i'm sure, and a bit to the left. [:
Anonymous
28th Jan 2011 10:29pm
of Kerouac. Hope you take that as a compliment.
oh and it reminds me of an evening on an ibizan beach, many moons ago......
;-)
S
oh and it reminds me of an evening on an ibizan beach, many moons ago......
;-)
S
5th Feb 2011 6:23pm
12th Aug 2011 10:58pm
Anonymous
15th Nov 2011 4:59am
I like the twist on this, something about the weather being deep and nostalgic in this one :>
