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lighting up my own life - 2008-03-08
2002-07-24 - 9:41 a.m.
The silhouette of your body,lean and firm, against an 8 ft glass window, moonlight streaming in between your shadow and the wall. New York City skyline off in the distance, You standing taller, than any tower. Scent of the warm steam of your body, fresh from the misted shower, where we wrote our names in silly graffiti. Heart shaped laughter falling like petals all around us, strawberries seeping from our mouths, dripping with sweet,
and my green eyes closing, eyelashes fluttering like the last flight, of a caged parakeet.
room service bills stacked to the ceiling, oversensory of inexplicable feelings.
Knowing a weekend, tucked away from the world, is not forever.
gathering minutes gone by, like a bad debt escalating out of control.
grim reaper stands in the corners. Ready to collect the souls of the weak.
Sweeping up my cosmetics from the counters, and pouring them into my leather valise, letting them fall wherever they wish.
The scatteredness of my life, held together with tiny little scraps of paper,
haiku's of us, written with pen, and later with mouths seeking truths.
You are my Mt Everest, my Kilamanjaro. I scale you, only to see how far I have come, only to see how much further I have left to go.
and your wandering soul, can stay not a minute longer. You scratch at the doors, and whimper in your sleep.
You gnaw at your chains. You claw at my heart.
and I watch from between the gilded bars of my weeping cage.
Suddenly, I can stand it no more, I fling open the doors, and push you over the threshold of a red carpeted corridor.
Go, I say. GO!
you hesitate, fear in your eyes, but freedom on your horizon.
You move to speak, but I cover your mouth.
a single tear falls between us and weeps to the floor.
the door slams shut, with an audible gasp.
and both of us fall away.
this is the end ( but it was never really the end, was it?)
old starlight - new starbright
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