.
fall and bounce
and sound pleasant
reflecting the light
yet
my eyes burn
my throat burns
the moon wavers
like a carousel
(i empty the rest
of the glass
in the sink)
with a hand
on my wrist and
a tongue on my cheek
you are submerged
in my tears;
fevered and sweet
gliding on the surface
(a drowning swan
shaped from thin ice
we sob in the darkness
and taste in the light)
Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2009-03-31 at 11:25
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empty/crystalline
clink, small ice cubesfall and bounce
and sound pleasant
reflecting the light
yet
my eyes burn
my throat burns
the moon wavers
like a carousel
(i empty the rest
of the glass
in the sink)
with a hand
on my wrist and
a tongue on my cheek
you are submerged
in my tears;
fevered and sweet
gliding on the surface
(a drowning swan
shaped from thin ice
we sob in the darkness
and taste in the light)
Poetry by anguisette
Read 1035 times
Written on 2009-03-31 at 11:25
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