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I want to sing to the stars
To brush your lips with hazy breath
Quickening as it mingles
Mingles with your too-sweet breath
There are diamonds in the sky, and they say that diamonds are a girl's best friend. They don't know the meaning of friendship. You once told me that your best friend was a Harlequin Great Dane named Cookies and Cream - but Cookie for short - who was graceful as he was huge, huge as he was kind, and kind as our love was strong. You blushed when you said that.
I wondered why you said that, when the scent of fallen apples hung in the air, staining it and tainting it a sweet shade of honeysuckle red; and the sky was a pale baby blue fading into violet and red. Your skin was ivory, and I thought of the milky white that Cookie's fur was sure to be; you would surely mold into one another with shared embraces on a soft warm hearth.
There was something dancing in your eyes at dusk that night, something purely other and different to your usual shyness. You embraced that darker side as you stared into my eyes, and sunk your teeth into one of the hundreds of fallen apples around us.
The sweet tang of apple juice filled the air around us when you did that, surely there was some way around the sweetness, I longed for something savoury...perhaps my unsweetened breath could dull the sweetness if I let our breath mingle.
You twirled a single strand of scarlet around your finger and my eyes were somehow forced to stare into your doe-eyes. Those big baby blues of yours could make a man go to war in your name, like Agamemnon for fair Helen. But I would never go to battle for you, no, I loved you too much by then to part from your side; if I were to have my way, we would probably have become Siamese Twins, yet that could never be close enough.
I had wanted to sing to the stars - once they embellished the navy of the night sky with their crystalline perfection - but your sing-song voice wrapped around me like a lovers' embrace and all I could see was you. I reveled in the warmth gracing your cheeks at my presence, wondered at the meaning of it - could I affect you as you affected me?
Questions, oh so many questions, ran through my mind as the melodies of your speech danced around them, taunting them, teasing them into being asked. You would answer them, of that I was sure, and then...then I would silence your answers with mingling breath and soft brushes of twine on silk.
To brush your lips with hazy breath
Quickening as it mingles
Mingles with your too-sweet breath
There are diamonds in the sky, and they say that diamonds are a girl's best friend. They don't know the meaning of friendship. You once told me that your best friend was a Harlequin Great Dane named Cookies and Cream - but Cookie for short - who was graceful as he was huge, huge as he was kind, and kind as our love was strong. You blushed when you said that.
I wondered why you said that, when the scent of fallen apples hung in the air, staining it and tainting it a sweet shade of honeysuckle red; and the sky was a pale baby blue fading into violet and red. Your skin was ivory, and I thought of the milky white that Cookie's fur was sure to be; you would surely mold into one another with shared embraces on a soft warm hearth.
There was something dancing in your eyes at dusk that night, something purely other and different to your usual shyness. You embraced that darker side as you stared into my eyes, and sunk your teeth into one of the hundreds of fallen apples around us.
The sweet tang of apple juice filled the air around us when you did that, surely there was some way around the sweetness, I longed for something savoury...perhaps my unsweetened breath could dull the sweetness if I let our breath mingle.
You twirled a single strand of scarlet around your finger and my eyes were somehow forced to stare into your doe-eyes. Those big baby blues of yours could make a man go to war in your name, like Agamemnon for fair Helen. But I would never go to battle for you, no, I loved you too much by then to part from your side; if I were to have my way, we would probably have become Siamese Twins, yet that could never be close enough.
I had wanted to sing to the stars - once they embellished the navy of the night sky with their crystalline perfection - but your sing-song voice wrapped around me like a lovers' embrace and all I could see was you. I reveled in the warmth gracing your cheeks at my presence, wondered at the meaning of it - could I affect you as you affected me?
Questions, oh so many questions, ran through my mind as the melodies of your speech danced around them, taunting them, teasing them into being asked. You would answer them, of that I was sure, and then...then I would silence your answers with mingling breath and soft brushes of twine on silk.
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Hearts on Her Breath
my bottom ribs dig into the counter-top
i exhale bluish smoke
{wonderfully//desperatelywonderfully}
onto the kitchen window
both my lonely eyes search
{delicately//desperatelydelicately}
for your finger-paint hieroglyphics
my knuckles morph into baby teeth, threatening to burst from taut skin
it's not that i'm tense.
it's not that i'm used to you holding me up to see out this window.
it's not that all the color from my upper body is draining, dripping, and pooling
on the linoleum between my legs.
it's just that
i want to know in my heart that when you're eighty and you have your ruddy grandkids making carpet angel
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sixth sense
i.
you can close your eyes and count the stars and
find where they connect to draw a face years
older than yours; this weary gaze is turning
in for the night but it won't turn away from you
ii.
just please forget the taste of melancholy goodbyes
and words we haven't said; keep your tongue wrapped
around the flavors of boisterous laughs and every
"i love you" that lingers in this stubborn atmosphere
iii.
and you no longer need these wizened hands to
hold you up and hold your balance on these rocks;
these tired bones are folding themselves in; keep them
in the back of your mind and they'll keep you standing
iv.
if you forget the
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Echoes of Passion
Breathing is fading,
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air
Eyes are unseeing,
Fingers unfeeling,
And yet you are still,
So very aware
Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there
Tired mouths,
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere
Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Echoes
Sense them drift away
jlp December 10, 2009
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2010.06.27
This was written from a male perspective - perhaps I'm over-feminising boys, but I like the idea of a sweet, sensitive, poetic boy. Think the beach persona of Brendan Fraser in Bedazzled…when she runs off with the up-to-no-good guys; so many girls think we know what we want, when we really haven't the faintest idea.
Imagine them in an apple orchard, sort of a farm setting…possibly in the Mid-West.
I support #dALinkSystem!
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Pride by ~Larenthi.
How well do you think the relationship here is portrayed?
What do you think of the descriptions, imagery, etc.?
Anything elso you notice or can think of. All constructive feedback is welcome.
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2010.08.19
I received my second DLD for this piece in =DailyLitDeviations' August 19th article. It was suggested by ~brazilnutz and featured by *Miss-S-Bird, whose comment was:
A sweet short story, the imagery of this
piece evokes the senses to create a vivid and
romantic scene. There is an interesting
contrast between the narrator and his companion
character, creating a touch of mystery about
the female.
This was written from a male perspective - perhaps I'm over-feminising boys, but I like the idea of a sweet, sensitive, poetic boy. Think the beach persona of Brendan Fraser in Bedazzled…when she runs off with the up-to-no-good guys; so many girls think we know what we want, when we really haven't the faintest idea.
Imagine them in an apple orchard, sort of a farm setting…possibly in the Mid-West.
I support #dALinkSystem!
:thumb168839113:
Pride by ~Larenthi.
How well do you think the relationship here is portrayed?What do you think of the descriptions, imagery, etc.?Anything elso you notice or can think of. All constructive feedback is welcome.: E D I T :
2010.08.19
I received my second DLD for this piece in =DailyLitDeviations' August 19th article. It was suggested by ~brazilnutz and featured by *Miss-S-Bird, whose comment was:
A sweet short story, the imagery of this
piece evokes the senses to create a vivid and
romantic scene. There is an interesting
contrast between the narrator and his companion
character, creating a touch of mystery about
the female.
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I love how your words really create these images and how you then weave them all together, that's quite wonderful. I think it's also great you wrote it from a male perspective, usually we see this sort of romantic language from a female character, whilst the male is... I dunno, staring at her boobs? 
This is a very strong piece, great work!
This is a very strong piece, great work!