- Non-Erotic Poetry
- flaming manuscripts
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Click herelove is not music
if All is not music,
mathematics a crescendo
pianissimo
down to our shins in theory
open your fenestrations, baby
flex those pins
dance a furious Spring
silent shut door feather
light gathers near hinge
we both watch,
our looking does not bring the champagne any sooner
the floor creaks,
it is omen and poor maintenance
old wood buildings in the wind
salt and pepper gusts
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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LeBrozabout 16 years agoWhat a vibrant experience, reading this; seeing existence through prismatic lenses.
YDDabout 20 years agoAnd some things should be defenestrated.
Are these more diary notes?
I like "dance a furious Spring"
Maria2394about 20 years agoof souls dancing
on pristine, sistine chapel
walls, no doors ever close
when your mind is near
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