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May 16, 2005
Moments of Kill...............The 100th Poem
She walks
In the grave yard,
Her face happy in jest
Of a lover going to an
Awaited Randevous, she finds
her way trough the slabs of stones
In her heart a percise dagger,
Being there fora while, cuts deeper
So she could feel the pain
She finds him
Sees him in his horizontal
State, laid. she bends down
Pulling thweeds away, brushing
The stone with her palms, like
Brushing his cheeks, intimate in
her mind, as she reads the tombstone
The alphabets make her realise
Again, how cold the air is,
And how breathless
Is she.
She sits,
Stone faced,
Forcing a smile,
Whispering under breath
Singing and old lullaby,
She lays on the stone,
Stretching her arms trough
The hard surface, the damp soil
Reaching further, she finds him,
nd holds him in her arms, feeling
a pressure in her breasts, as the liquid
pores trough her nipples and wets her shirt
The twilight breaks in her head
As she yelps in sounds of a dying animal
In the moments of a kill
Posted by Idinraha at May 16, 2005 12:28 PM
Comments
I must admit that I had more of a lover take on this until I read your subsequent post. In any case, I liked it.
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at May 17, 2005 12:19 AM
dear Mr Keaton, it makes me so proud and happy that YOU do read my poems, I am greatfull.
Posted by: Idinraha at May 17, 2005 11:47 AM