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I bathed in the call of the western lantern

Poetry By: air

the death of a man and a relationship, and a rebirth of another relationship years later

Submitted:Jan 5, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

I sprawled impatiens at the base of the tree

late in the year.

Patience was erased from your heart.

And skin!


I bathed in the call of the western lantern

that put you to rest.

And the East grabbed my spirit as well~

Portals in time!


Could the magic be spoken through southern passages

warm like the French meadow, kissing

of older, yet still widely awakened romantic partners?

Widely, and Wildly!


Wildly romantic spokes-persons

recite verse to regions in the Netherlands.

But spoken by you, my name,

would engorge that flame!


Heat rises tall. So tall!

I never held that same feeling for mounting glory.


Sprawling now across the garden

are silent innuendos

And the patience that was scratched from one place

Is now etched in another!


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