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The verses on the walls
beg interpretation,
as they cast judgment
on our play below.
They speak of a
black moon that
draws shadows on
our hearts.
They speak of demons
that will rise out
of the floor and
into our lungs.
But I breathe
in deeply and
taste the sweet
aroma of the hour.
And all I can feel
is her soft kiss
and the curve of her
back in my arms.
And the crescent moon,
as it glows bright,
settles on the bed like dew,
and melts on our dreams
like honey.
Copyright © 2007 Matthew Stephen Valdés
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Comment by: Sophia - 2007-11-30 01:20
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I enjoyed reading this one. The first stanza is great, and I also liked this part:
'that will rise out
of the floor and
into our lungs.' |
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| Very beautiful. I also love the structure and flow to this piece. Very impressive. |
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| I enjoyed the contradiction of this poem. It starts off with a dark feel to it but in the end focuses on the lighter side of it all. Nice work |
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| This is a really beatiful poem! |
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| This is beautiful, eloquent, unique and makes me flushed! I keep reading it over and over, and each time I fall in love with it a little more. |
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