05-04-2011, 10:17 AM
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Last Online: 12-02-2011 01:54 AM
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Between the Sighs
I've been a fold in your curves
like a nest they suit me well,
I'd written poetry between the sighs
and found you amuse me rather well,
I'd neared our fruition and found it lost weight,
my gravitational field is a prison, my world all too heavy,
there were pieces of the dreams I recall fondly,
like the sheening of the sun on your hair
how the colors rainbowed out like a ravens feathers
there were bits I could recall, memories that lovers share
all that were drowned by silence,
between the sighs you were no longer there.
by Erik Estabrook
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