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June 07, 2011
girls of summer
Girls of summer in light linen dresses, bare legs, precocious with a song in their heads. I walk the streets looking for your face........sun gets closer at noon, shadows slip along the sidewalks, hiding in alley corners.......... I am alone in this town yet I hear your voice when sleep covers me over, I taste you in my dreams and your sweet breath stays finding me in awaken hours..... I turn my head left, I turn my head right....... I look behind me and then I look away, close my eyes and walk with you scattered in my head..........
I am of water and I have come to flow and take...........running on surfaces, rushing away, I dream humid and wet I dream drenched in sweat......and words , screams loud,..... I come up for air.........I flow and take, and yet I don't want to be taken as the muffled sounds of currents comes, streaming my way........I need to run and yet stay, I need to take yet give away
I need to be whole again , I am of seas and oceans, swept away...........I have been a storm blown in air.......I have drizzled and fell.... reaching ....................
You stand so close yet I can not hold you............You live faraway yet I can not deny you............go away so I would miss you and come back so I love you again and again...................I need a distance so I come to you.......I need to miss you as the days gets longer , to live without you and feel the pain when I want you and you are not here..............I need you to go away, I need you to stay , I need to love you.....be your lover...... yes. yes again and again.
Did you hear me, though you have not ever heard my voice did you know that it was me.........did you close your eyes and found an image of me the way you can imagine..... the way you want me....... did you hear me though you have never heard my voice ..........I am sitting here whispering in the wind.......so you can hear me......though.
He has been quiet for ages, for as long as he was building a house......walls, roofs, windows, ceilings and floors.....he was quiet for ages.........the house was built..... the silence grow deep in sacraments of resentments......... and now as he is breaking the walls, the windows, the roofs and floors, as he is taking away all brick by brick he should scream, loud, louder he should holler and yelp......... he should.
you come her, clean all the traces of your stay, you come here in silence and I give you so very much, so,so very much of me to take away......................................
Posted by Idinraha at June 7, 2011 03:52 PM