Miss Rice (_onlysky_) wrote,
Miss Rice

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your half moon fingers
graze the edge of
this porcelin case -

we are fabled to be
made of marble, but
a darker purity
lies in our mold.

the orchard lies
hidden, like some
forgotten menagarie.

i will meet you
in these lost corners
when our china faces
bend the light in
some twisting of,
some dancing with
those unmasked, unspoken parables
tales of how we were,
how we could have been.


i think i can really crack this one open and get something big ... thoughts?
Tags: fifth season, poetry, summer 06
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