Sunday, November 10, 2002
I can still smell your skin on me
black and soft as night
and as quickening as your laughter
And the feel of your hair through my hands
gossamer and silk and raven's wings
posted by The Amazon |
11:01 PM
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
and now I am a liar
and so I am a thief
and all the pain in you
is all the pain in me
i beg for forgiveness
but still you're immune
and now you're looking through me
and I'm falling through you
posted by The Amazon |
5:43 PM
Friday, November 01, 2002
A queen, maybe written for Tori Amos 10/11/98
no, she's not an angel
pressed against the glass
struggling in her cage
struggling
till they come to feed her
such a bizarre procession
strangers bringing their demons
to meet hers
and there she blooms
all ivory and fire
burning on her throne
burning
till she dies and is reborn
a phoenix before their eyes
a stranger bringing her demons
to touch theirs
posted by The Amazon |
10:26 PM
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