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Dec 19, 2009 20:10:32 GMT -5
Post by Nick Harris on Dec 19, 2009 20:10:32 GMT -5
Breathe on my chest wet breath with breast rising rest. Soar
high above your dreams then sleep breathe into my core.
Can you hear the voice within? If you were not here I would never
sleep again and breathe only out of necessity
to no longer cherish the perishable wind but wait for the storm to subside
and the calm constant be my guide back to you.
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Dec 22, 2009 20:36:45 GMT -5
Post by inchiki on Dec 22, 2009 20:36:45 GMT -5
this poem catches a deep resonance, like that of breathing, and of sharing the breath of another. i like the sound of 'cherish the perishable wind' . reading this poem fills me with an opium like peace.
this dreaminess is broken a little perhaps by the practical seeming lines 'if you were not here' ..' breathe only out of necessity' which are a bit less serene. also i find the images a little fragmented.. but then that is the experience of dipping in and out of sleep i suppose.. . thanks for this
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