december mail
december unfolds its wings, unusually creamy and warm under a lavender glazed sky, the house's green walls allow mild reflections of sunlight to lick them of shadows and autumn scents, the windows are bored, posing shamelessly in their entire nude transparency, and a pair of spiders, having somehow escaped winter's fangs so far, are rejoicing upon the bliss of colonizing a dark corner beneath the eaves, enjoying what in another time of the year would be called "honeymoon".endless phrases cover pages, purposely avoiding periods that would cut their thread too often, painting complicated arabesques of meanings similar to some refined sensual teasing, round and round hot spots but not quite touching them, like a calligraphic piece of jewelry, and you come to receive one tiny dot with the same orgasmic gratitude smearing your smile as if it was a breath of fresh air caressing your gasping throat.
seconds seem to play leap-frog back and forth, time's heartbeats are stuck in the mud and nothing helps with ignoring the howling silence perforated here and there by the momentary chirp of some stray sparrow in search for crumbs, and by the time you've reached this line you realize that all that i've actually told you so far is that i'm alone and missing you...
Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-01 at 06:57
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