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March 07, 2007
looking for the bird........
your eyes, oh, how I remember your eyes, looking at me, puzzled, but I had told you I will be leaving, and you did not
believe me. I asked you to close your eyes and I kissed them soft, brushing my lips against your cheek, and I turned to close the windows shot, and then back to you, I pushed you on your bed, palming your hair softly. adoring you, I pulled the white cover up to your neck and stood up looking at you. shivering under the sheets, your eyes open again pleading but I hushed you and left.
there is a bird, there always is bird fleeting to the corner of the sky, there is a tree a lonely tree standing on the hill, void of life, but standing in its existence, and there is a hill , there always is a hill, and beyond it there are alluring nymphs bathing in a river at dusk, we will climb the hill . kiss the tree on all its branches and hold it so the life that is within us brings new currents to its roots and then we follow the sky to where the nymphs bathe, and we sit by the river bed watching the beauty that lives.
Oh, I had told you tales of where I dare, where I live and , how my heart aches and I smile, how love in its purest forms ebbs within me and flows to drawn me within the sentiments of living, loving, yearning, and desires, and you, my creation, my puppet, my doll, you did not believe me, and now you would be closing your eyes in the loneliness I left you and wish that I was there. and yet.........................................
I always come back to look for the bird and where we buried it amongst the stones, under the lonely tree that only shades a quiet patch of a barren hill. I always come here remembering you, and my heart aches and my hand cold within its flesh and bones, and my legs shake as they carry me here, where we left the bird, and you .................I can not deny you, I can not deny my heart and how i felt within your embrace, your quiet panting heart and trembling arms. Love is a weight of the world and you could not hold it , it crushed you under the vast simplicity of its hold, you could not bear it and yet once you were touched you could not leave it and yet, yet......................
I always come back looking for the bird, looking for you..........................
Posted by Idinraha at March 7, 2007 02:57 PM