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February 24, 2015
Skies over San Angelo by a-la-douce-memoire is a striking love story that hasn't happened yet.
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Literature Text
There is something about you
I've never been able to capture in word or form;
an alluring resonance in the sadness
hidden behind your piercing blue eyes,
some immeasurable substance
caught in the dulcimer tune of your voice,
that tugs on my heartstrings
like a sea-eyed starlet pruning her melody from a harp:
A white velvet hurricane in a black satin dress
with hammers for hands and a stained glass smile,
the kind of beauty the moonlight clings to
and follows around at night;
Calypso's golden daughter-
a silver dagger in place of her tongue
and a smile pieced together from a leftover sunrise;
A sidewalk flower with the might of an oak
the tender heart of a lamb,
and all the bewildering mystery of Minerva..
The kind of Woman you see standing next to the ocean
and wonder which of them is more vast.
You once kissed me on my temple
and five years later I still swoon at the thought-
lost in the memory of silken tendrils of hair
tickling the skin of my cheek,
and the sweet smelling breeze you left behind
whenever you took your leave of a room.
I've been fumbling with these pens and pages ever since
trying to find a way to say what I am about to tell you.
You are my omega.
The end of my story.
Every step I have taken
every word I've written and page I've turned
every dingy gutter I've swam in
and every starstruck balcony I've climbed,
every loose woman, dive bar, and flickering streetlamp I have crossed
has been a chapter in the story
of my becoming the man
who will sweep you off your feet.
You take your time,
twirl your skirt and turn your eyes,
tell me you can't and tell me you won't,
but know this:
One day,
you will call me your own,
and when you do..
I will make you my sky.
I've never been able to capture in word or form;
an alluring resonance in the sadness
hidden behind your piercing blue eyes,
some immeasurable substance
caught in the dulcimer tune of your voice,
that tugs on my heartstrings
like a sea-eyed starlet pruning her melody from a harp:
A white velvet hurricane in a black satin dress
with hammers for hands and a stained glass smile,
the kind of beauty the moonlight clings to
and follows around at night;
Calypso's golden daughter-
a silver dagger in place of her tongue
and a smile pieced together from a leftover sunrise;
A sidewalk flower with the might of an oak
the tender heart of a lamb,
and all the bewildering mystery of Minerva..
The kind of Woman you see standing next to the ocean
and wonder which of them is more vast.
You once kissed me on my temple
and five years later I still swoon at the thought-
lost in the memory of silken tendrils of hair
tickling the skin of my cheek,
and the sweet smelling breeze you left behind
whenever you took your leave of a room.
I've been fumbling with these pens and pages ever since
trying to find a way to say what I am about to tell you.
You are my omega.
The end of my story.
Every step I have taken
every word I've written and page I've turned
every dingy gutter I've swam in
and every starstruck balcony I've climbed,
every loose woman, dive bar, and flickering streetlamp I have crossed
has been a chapter in the story
of my becoming the man
who will sweep you off your feet.
You take your time,
twirl your skirt and turn your eyes,
tell me you can't and tell me you won't,
but know this:
One day,
you will call me your own,
and when you do..
I will make you my sky.
Literature
The Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman
Is like the lotus -
Most of it is hidden from the eye.
Literature
Canon in D
For him, colors flowed as freely
as the sweet, piercing music that so
stirred his soul to these heights.
The air carried the scents of the seasons
– each lovely in its own way –
just as it held aloft the Gull and the Raven,
both deserving of his love, and receiving,
though they never were wise enough to know.
His life was a tempest he never strove
to tame, an eagle content to soar forever.
And while this tempest battered and bruised,
it never broke. There was an improbable strength
in perceived fragility, in the ephemereal smiles
and fey, dark eyes that could be stirred to tears
simply because a song was beautiful
Literature
Letters to all the people I have kissed
i. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
ii. Jonny
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
iii. Thomas
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
iv. Liam
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
v. Pete
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight
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