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Reinc.
by Shirin Swift
I have already chased my all-
No, I am still here in the tall trees, breath of your breath,
my lips tasting of your shoulder.
Your shadow waters you,
you then stumble and flower amidst its bloom
Will you have it in the tomb?
In the vine-strangled ribcage, we used to hang out
with the Black Swifts and plagiarize the soul, I re
peat, you never chased me further
than the smiling end of the room.
01/25/2008 Posted on 01/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Garner on 01/25/08 at 05:33 PM "vine-strangled ribcage" is a great image. I really like this. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/09/09 at 08:38 PM Brilliant :) Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 02/10/09 at 02:43 AM Beautiful piece. :) A new favorite! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/10/09 at 07:27 PM Powerful...haunting. I really like what done with words here. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/11/09 at 10:32 PM "you never chased me further
than the smiling end of the room" such flirtation and this sums it up nicely. smh |
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