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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


2003-11-27 - 11:37 a.m.

An Ode To My Squishy

Too awake to dream, too tired to sleep

I float on clouds, woven from sheer bliss

Scents beckon my nose to inhale

Your silhouette upon my pillow remains still..

A memory in which to wantonly wallow

A vision too delicious to quickly swallow

A forgotten kiss I find upon my breast

Begs me to place it in my hope chest...

Too frenzied to sit still, too content to move

I sway to music that plays only in my head

Sated breaths, heartbeats follow me to my bed

Where I sprawl, in love, waiting to dream again.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave