Foggy Airplane windows

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    Foggy Airplane windows

    Awoke in a rush,
    The motion kept an advancing pace,
    As to leave much,
    To the hands that guide this race,

    My love was leaving,
    With open wings on metal ships,
    Fleeing me with a ticket to loneliness,
    Her departure left me sedentary
    Aloof,soaked in the smell of her sheets,

    Her scent was infatuated with my memory,
    The two would hold hands,
    Til the sun lost all of its energy,

    We faced opposites as we spoke,
    But words seep through clever edges,
    For thirsty ears seeking treasures,
    At depths the heart can't measure,

    She would be back half a fortnight,
    But this length of time,
    Played dominoes in my mind,
    Ever tilting the next thought,
    To indent the mental vault,

    Dented and dented,
    til I almost resented the perpetual,
    motion of solitudes envelopment,

    I stood outside,
    breathed air from which she was now estranged,
    alone and laying in wait,
    Drowning in my sublime,
    realizing in time our paths would align,

    She is my last breath in life's lung,
    my only light when the dark comes,
    the last meal before this neck is hung,

    And she will be the only one..
    that I will ever love


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    ginga commented on Foggy Airplane windows

    02-09-2010

    LexLogic, This poem sings to me for all its intense phrases of missing the one that leaves if only for a while. The lines are wonderfully metaphorical with depth of poetry devices and wordplay. A poem to be read over an over. ginga

    dahlusion commented on Foggy Airplane windows

    03-21-2009

    "Her departure left me sedentary Aloof,soaked in the smell of her sheets" amazing erotic imagery. The entire piece is like "the last meal" we will ever need.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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