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Passionaria · 01-29-2011, 04:41 PM

"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?"
— Pablo Neruda

Eyes mist into
nebulous surrender
as weeping caresses pain
and my hearts blood
spills forth as tears
not bright red life blood
but the pale salty warmth
of a weary heart
breath staccato
rapping mantras
of please, my heart
my heart, my heart
can't bear any more
hope follows tears
and my verbal finery
sweet love
hangs frayed

01-29-2011, 04:41 PM	#90
Passionaria Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Urban Bohemian : http://youtu.be/IM96Ch9Gx4A Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: She ran away with with the Gypsy's ✿ Posts: 2,519 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,316 Thanked 3,737 Times in 1,248 Posts Rep Power: 16689910	Mist ::: *"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?"* *— Pablo Neruda* *Eyes mist into* *nebulous surrender* *as weeping caresses pain* *and my hearts blood* *spills forth as tears* *not bright red life blood* *but the pale salty warmth* *of a weary heart* *breath staccato* *rapping mantras* *of please, my heart* *my heart, my heart* *can't bear any more* *hope follows tears* *and my verbal finery* *sweet love* *hangs frayed* __________________ *Moon cat madness*