Djjapp777
Bluelighter
This poem is written not to glorify or encapture future ages,
or compare to the deserts of the stories that span some infinite pages,
instead it is a hidden telegram, unopened to all but you,
a message read in emotion, written in dripping blue.
Your gentle fingers carress the surface as the ink drips with messiness,
your delicate hands are shocked from the wet drops and drugged by the dreaminess,
the paper so thin you almost feel as if none of it was true,
the resemblance as similar to the fading of the dead morning dew.
Engulfing like years of running oceans over beached jagged boulders,
lead by anatomic landmarks past your elbows through the peaks of your rounded shoulders,
puzzled from the tingling sensation, the tint reddens as a flame from a dirty coal,
as it aims and finds that beating red eye, and home of your hopeful soul.
The flaming ink of passion has found its shimmering oasis,
a love above all previous emotion and standards of female basis.
The blood-red liquid now warm as cream makes your boundries fall apart,
for now the ink of love lost and found has penetrated your crimson heart.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 18 June 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 18 June 2001).]
or compare to the deserts of the stories that span some infinite pages,
instead it is a hidden telegram, unopened to all but you,
a message read in emotion, written in dripping blue.
Your gentle fingers carress the surface as the ink drips with messiness,
your delicate hands are shocked from the wet drops and drugged by the dreaminess,
the paper so thin you almost feel as if none of it was true,
the resemblance as similar to the fading of the dead morning dew.
Engulfing like years of running oceans over beached jagged boulders,
lead by anatomic landmarks past your elbows through the peaks of your rounded shoulders,
puzzled from the tingling sensation, the tint reddens as a flame from a dirty coal,
as it aims and finds that beating red eye, and home of your hopeful soul.
The flaming ink of passion has found its shimmering oasis,
a love above all previous emotion and standards of female basis.
The blood-red liquid now warm as cream makes your boundries fall apart,
for now the ink of love lost and found has penetrated your crimson heart.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 18 June 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 18 June 2001).]
