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Smoke and Mirrors
« on: Feb 18th, 2006, 12:51pm » Quote Modify Remove
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I left soon after
We had caught each other
Just looking...
A confession,
Our eyes.


I saw him
First ever
That night.
It was her party,
My friend...
Then she was a friend.

I was cramped
In the corner,
Chatting and
Blushing
In the smoke and heat
At what I could not
Say.

His hair
Black, silk..
The tangible nought
From
His dark eyes
Lit me up.

I was jet-lagged
To hell
And the music
Had started to drone
Dull,
Like in a conch.

He had arrived
Later than most.
I misread his gaze
For something
He farmed out
And I left.

Since then
He,
Like a glass-cut
Across the cornea
Is everywhere
I look
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This,
Core of me
The golden, feeble twig
Broken under the weight
Of earth

Under an immense
Azure sky
Ruddy with sunbright,
My carcass sighs

There
Wanes passionate cold
Where my soul hides
Days

But no grief
Lacks vulgarity
These winecups brimming
With bountiful
Wail

A Requiem
For a fling
A thing of sapphire
Fudged in clay

This core of me
This voice
This cobalt lyre
All woman
And looks as pale
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(c) D. Allison 2006. All rights reserved.



www.dotallison.com
www.myspace.com/dotallison

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a ghost
a dark silhouette
outside my window

stands
in dead of night
where i feel most watched

a figure of image
just an idolatry
kiss
as yet unborn
to me

still moor-wild
plucked
but not to root
by small hands

the tiny orchid-fingers
close-cradle
and mar
their likeableness
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(c) D. Allison 2006. All rights reserved.