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often times
curling vines are my fingers turning back
on themselves and creeping up the wall of my
bedroom to find cracks and escape to the unwavering light
that shines on the wall through your looking glass eyes full
of sky and falling diamonds that scatter with piano sounds
onto the knotted hardwood floor beneath my nervous feet
that leave shadows like mice and night time creatures which linger
in the corners of my house… you chase them from the fire place with
a flashlight to your wide-grin face and jeering angles of
light on dark on skin and bones that you swear will
be buried next to mine in the backyard under stones that
have our
no thoughts left
falling down, dancing
around
fists full of fallen stars.
out loud or silently our thoughts are
music, warm and silvery. we were
laying on the banks of drying rivers, strumming our legs in cool
everlasting blue
richer than horizons.
if i ever drift under the surface or into sleep, let me go
let me go
until my body crashes into sands or rocks or black
velvet walls.
until lights come up over the reaches of trees as
the sun goes farther away,
farther away
from the spinning earth and
stand-still waters.
until the sun disappears and dips its
face into the ocean to cool.
the waves forgo the moon, barely blinking.
i'm well aware

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amour d'arbres

by *Zaratops


what was left amongst the weeds of the selfish downy green,

my little drops of self, i lost to violet skies. i lost to forever, and to forgetfulness.

you pillowed my head and we ate strawberries,

folded up in trees and fingered by grass.

i never once thought of all the yesterdays and tomorrows,

but of rivers. could they run far ahead, beyond our today?

perhaps i should love them instead of trees, for they are freer,

and echo Orpheus's laments.

i feel so caught up in you, and you are bound with roots to this earth.

my dearest, i love you, but i cannot free you.
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love of trees.

strawberries dipped in sugar inspired this. :3
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~Libra-Aquarium Apr 3, 2010
i luvv ittt!!!

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*Zaratops Apr 3, 2010  Professional Photographer
thank you. <3
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~Midgarwolf Mar 29, 2010
I really like this.

How did strawberries inspire it, though??
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*Zaratops Mar 29, 2010  Professional Photographer
Thanks. ^^

I don't know, I wrote the strawberry part when I was eating strawberries? :P
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~AYE-GENT-PEE Mar 28, 2010
you know you're amazing, right?

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*Zaratops Mar 29, 2010  Professional Photographer
what? haha, aw thank you so much! :huggle:
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~AYE-GENT-PEE Mar 29, 2010
welcome, and it's completely true.

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*Zaratops Mar 29, 2010  Professional Photographer
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~The-optimist Mar 27, 2010  Student Photographer
I love strawberries! I feel like I say this on a lot of your poems, but you have wonderful imagery.
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*Zaratops Mar 27, 2010  Professional Photographer
Me too. :3
And thank you!
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two peaces
we came to live in a cabin out by the lake,
where we'd laughed and loved our lives away,
in the pine-smelling dusty air.

you wrote your poems
curled up in light on the sill,
you were streaming your long hair
out the window like a flag on the shore
where the waters say…
shhh (we're here to stay)

alone in this place- it's alive
and so full of dead silence,
just hanging in the air
by the light of the afternoon.

you were lit by the candle glow,
endless skin as white as snow.
but you are more like a summer rose-
unfolding all your secrets to me
as you whisper
shhh (i am only yours)

i remember your tender voice,
a lark sitwo peaces by *Zaratops
a season-frozen shore
could you hold me here forever, with the view of the sea?
and still against your fever warmth,
while snow drops fall into the waves with haste.
this is a sleeping place,
a season-frozen shore.
all paths are milky white, and lead to the blue water's edge,
to send me across frosted glass
in a sail boat lined with satin.
the clouds hang low and grey,
the deep color of your eyes,
and silence the skies until all is barely an echo-
the sound of an image passed.
an angel cries somewhere in the distance,
wearing swan feathers, and watching with liquid eyes.
here under the sheets with you i rest,
dreaming of the song, and folded in yoa season-frozen shore by *Zaratops
woodlander an endless path owns my feet,
of grass and dirt and roots of trees.
my hands tremor with the leaves, warm and green,
fingers laced with summer breeze.
beneath these freckled eyelids hides a secretive gaze,
a lustrous desire for the hidden places,
folded away in bark and shade,
under wells, amidst the glades-
invisible, i'll be freer there.
to wear raindrops in my hair.
and stain my skin with earthen shades,
berry lips and sun-blush shoulders,
rocky bruises, purple-grey.
a silent woodland holds my soul,
in dappled light, under birch and branch.
to lie in lavender, and dream in dreams.
a wild garden of untamed things.
handfuls woodlander by *Zaratops
fawn WIP by *Zaratops
young and old in these days we'll live in love, and like stubborn children we'll hold on.
becoming untamed by this wild feeling, it lets us loose.

but we're grown up. surrounded by amber kitchen windows,
where you tuck back my golden hair, kiss my shoulder, tell me to always be near.

i'll make you promises that i know you trust, to find the gold beneath the husk.
and in the mornings i'll miss the summer heat, sticky skin and white bed sheets.

now all the birds in the yard have taken off in the wind- it's the last time i'll see them
again till spring. you're black tea eyes are waiting, watching. your fog breath on the window glass.

all the clock's uyoung and old by *Zaratops
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