Sleep schedules mixed in with rain
and skin never tasted so sweet
and bellowing laughter,
from all the king's horses
like winter leaves land on their feet.
A night waiter's mystery motive
and sick syrup slides on the tongue
and Faerie of Kisses
deep breathes in the dreams
like fingers caught deep in the lung.
For full moons shine ever so sweetly
and light a foot path for the night
while frozen bare toes
upon fogged windows
just add to a daydreamer's plight.
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november sunrise
hearts drawn by cold feet
cover frosted grass
<3 I'm almost afraid to ask about the other poem, it is so very sad and you say eulogy -- did something happen to Choxie?
oh, ps: http://thenewtimes.blogspot.com
that's a poet guy who has randomly come upon my blog, he is excellent, you should take a look at it.
No, Choxie is fine. That poem is one of those that has far more meaning than was initially intentioned, an accidental poem strung together from a need to write something and not enough sleep and nothing sounds right tonight. Reading back on it tho, if it had been her eulogy, it would have been very sweet!
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