Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Inspired by Parenthesis
Every day I fall in love,
as your voice whispers in my ear.
The melody of sounds
turns the corners of my mouth.
My eyelids flutter downwards in delight.
The construction of phrases so carefully placed.
My fingers follow your body;
caressing, lingering, underlining.
And as I trace patterns on your front and back
my love comes to an end
as I turn the final the page.

copyright, 2007. Verilion

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posted by Michele H at 11:03 pm ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 comments
Who are we ?

We are inhabited by an other,
‘til their voice fades,
their story told,
Or ‘til they whisper:
'Not today, another time.'

Copyright, 2007, Verilion

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posted by Michele H at 11:00 pm ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 comments
Time

I watched him play with time
between his fingers:
stretching it,
snapping it,
stopping it
as if it was a pliable material,
like plasticine,
instead of the steady march of
seconds,
minutes,
days and
years
that I knew it to be.

Copyright, 2007. Verilion

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