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by oskar 

Posted: 31 August 2008
Word Count: 86

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The Breath.

Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs
unsullied by cigarette smoke, siesta nap
a lazy Sunday on afternoon when flowers
wilt and sky is recklessly nude

Breathtaking, the silence, if you should
stop; I would fall down a chasm of pale
rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars
where words of love are unheard of.

Inhale and exhale my dear, snore too if
you must, but donít leave me alone in
city parks where old men sit spit and tell
passersby how old they are.

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Wonderor at 02:13 on 03 September 2008  Report this post
really liked this one. You conjured up the setting very well, I could almost feel the heat and drowsiness. The sense of need also came across well, not a desperate one, but one that comes out of love and enjoying just being with the other person. Is that what was meant?

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