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He wished for curtains,
so that he could swing them closed
like eyelids with tassel lashes,
to keep the moonlight from
invading his sleep-seduced body.
(Crouched, head buried into knees,
hands in weakened prayer.)
They would frame the sunlit glass,
(when the sun awoke, arms outstretched,
translucent fingers that stroked clouds)
with the silhouette of the city,
faint and far, peering into the room,
and the hand-print of a lover smudged into the color.
If the curtains parted, he would glance down,
and see the scratches the ladder left on the windowsill.
Instead the tassels were made of rusted iron,
and the glass was tinted black.
so that he could swing them closed
like eyelids with tassel lashes,
to keep the moonlight from
invading his sleep-seduced body.
(Crouched, head buried into knees,
hands in weakened prayer.)
They would frame the sunlit glass,
(when the sun awoke, arms outstretched,
translucent fingers that stroked clouds)
with the silhouette of the city,
faint and far, peering into the room,
and the hand-print of a lover smudged into the color.
If the curtains parted, he would glance down,
and see the scratches the ladder left on the windowsill.
Instead the tassels were made of rusted iron,
and the glass was tinted black.
Literature
Am I Worthy?
Am I Worthy?
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these fa
Literature
I Feel Free
When I look into your eyes,
I see experience.
When I hold your hands,
I know strength.
When I touch your skin,
I sense comfort.
When I listen to your heart,
I hear power.
When I speak your name,
I find pleasure.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel free.
Literature
Reassuring Pride
Reassuring Pride.
I can do this on my own.
I don't require your assistance.
I'm not questioning whether your capable.
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you weave your images together seamlessly - eyelashes & curtains & all...