Ante Meridiem

by erratic hippie   Mar 26, 2006


And in the afterglow of a half-eaten moon,
our static pulses stun the spectators,
lazily lifting an eyebrow
to our cumbersome fingers,
our beaming, tongue-tied grins,
and gallant razmataz.
A barely audible duet draws the wind
to promenade about our ruffled hair
in breathless howls of levity.
And into the vacuum of a sleepless night
we weave a lull of clandestine delight.

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  • 18 years ago

    by perkyshadowgirl

    I love your wording...but i'm pretty sure that i am ignorantly not understanding this one...it is screaming in a whole different language or something :P

  • 18 years ago

    by erratic hippie

    Heh...well, it's supposed to be cryptic, but thanks very much for teh comment ^_^"

  • 18 years ago

    by Pure Silence

    *Pulls out her dictionary and starts looking up EVERY word in the poem*

    Have I ever told you I don't like Lit kids? lol Nah I'm kidding well done E!..but seriously, can you put a translation some where? I think its about awk-weird love but I'm not sure =) I love have limited my vocabulary is

    Jenn

    Ps: Your comment was very sweet my friend. thankyou. you have no idea what it means to me. I love you too!, and really, don't regret gr. 6, it was a learning experience and it doesnt really matter in the long run. everything happens for a reason

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