Morado (Purple)

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    Morado (Purple)

    The purples in my heels
    I carry away
    At a time until
    That everything is
    Nowhere and I unknot
    The distance betweens
    A breath, to a light
    An hour that vanishes
    In satin seams, then
    To where a purposely?
    I fall as the falling lingers
    A tea leaf on
    Your ocean pour
    Into nights, such as this
    Time, where seconds
    I stop and stay in your arms
    Your soul, my soul
    Where I felt so home
    Just this one sound,
    Can you hear? gravity
    Thundering thud
    As my heart drowns to
    That depth of yours

    @2008 v.j.m.a.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    pepita’s Poems (7)

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