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Orphani
May 28, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

To she I love

The mountains are mad at me
I sit on what they used to be
rocks returning to dust
beneath the idea of flesh

Anna is mad at me
because she flies alone
above an early mist
from which her manna distills
its sweet taste
into my mouth
but I only want her
with gorilla arms and
wingless eyes.

My hair is mad at me,
but that's another story.





— Orphani, May 28, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years ago

Sorry dearest, I

Sorry dearest, I digress... Are you feeling lucky punk? rofl. Winks from your 500 pound gorilla. I love love love this poem. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dear B

Anna's comment says it all ... lovely poem and slice of your life together ...beautifully done and I have to say I hear a different B in this one but I like it very much :) love and big hugs Jaycee ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
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Orphani

16 years ago

I am marking time in this

I am marking time in this transition of awareness.. I am studying the remarkable talents of Sylvia Plath, and Charles Bukowski. Oh the possibilities. Anna and I are headed for a holiday picnic. All Love. B
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Orphani

16 years ago

A sailor must know the sea

A sailor must know the sea that is sailed, but what is unknowable in a woman's heart is unknowable in the compass of man.Tomorrow is memorial day to honor all the dead and those who sacrificed to the waste of war. Love answers all. I'll put one glass aside for them all. Thanks. B.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years ago

Hairy write...

The mountains crumble and the winds rage, but love goes on forever. ~ Gee
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Orphani

16 years ago

We are all assholes

We are all assholes sometimes. Unfortunately we become accustomed to the smell. Even though I am always right. I don't like sleeping alone. Smell a flower good Geeze. B