Dawn

Ulalame, Edgar Allen Poe


She rolls through an ether of sighs
She revels in a region of sighs
In agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes
till they trailed in the dust -


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Monday


There is something about her that is intangible,
she is so inherently passive, at times I feel as if to
be a heavy wind and she a sunflower, her face open
and needing, she doesn't even notice that this wind
swirling about, whipping her thin stems, wants her
irreconcilably denuded ...


dream dear for my love
for I will make a slave of you
fill your pores with desire



Maria

Noon

Universe - Solitude, Samuel Beckett

It is the breath...joining our lips
And it is the caress the fresh caress
To scour the frail seas of thy shame
To fashion them in gloom
It is the mirrors of jasmine
The problem of calm.

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Sunday


Her arms were dusty and I felt the urge to have her
lie down across a small city of pillows and make dusty
angels, her arms going up and down, her legs slow scissors
slicing across the crisp linen sheets, her limbs grew very
tired but I wouldn't let her stop until she cried for me, and
she did, the softest cry, her limbs fluttering a pathetic help.

pretty butterfly

trapped in my lilac-scented web

self-will lost

Maria