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Sunday May 08, 2005

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This is a relic, and flawed...I have not edited anything...but i think it fits the falling of mother's day...so please enjoy my archive....

The basement stairs wrinkled with pressure under the sprints of twenty years cast upon them as I stepped past the doorway to answer the things I had never answered. Would this be my last look, seriously would this be the last time I stare at the dresser drawer, and the bar countertop. I have seen a lifetime on this common household accordance. I have seen half nakeds from children and loves. I wish I knew if this would be the last time I hear the right wrinkle from the house to the angle of the sun according to the weather. Would this be the last time I look upon certain glances as normal. This shed upon a hill, this castle upon a mountain, this home in my heart, would this be the last time I look upon your rock. My life in every change and phase came first and foremost in you. Dreams and cries came under you. Brother and family came under you. My whole life has come under you. What if it really was the final time that we dance together, me on my toes, you on your firmness? What if it was the last time I laid on your soft pillow, and tender rest? What if I was to never again be allowed the virtue of your column, the angle of arch, the turn to your seasons? What if I was never allowed to see you bloom shy in the spring, or blanket me with warm in the fall, or entertain me in the winter, or circle around you in grass in the summer. I will forever and always sleep in you my love. I will forever and always dine in you my love. I will forever breathe in you my love. You are my epicenter, my single presenter, my escape clause, my long pause, my universe as it always and perfectly has formed me. What if this was the last time with you my girl, my right and wrong, troubled and blank, lovely, and dreary, real, and bleak. What if this was the last time that we coincide, that I venture inside you, to see my heaven awaiting, to taste the sugar water bubble engaging. What if this was the time of defiance, and it all had to end? What if this is a time of revelry, and I have to leave. What if this is a time discrepancy upon my heart. What if this is the last time I ever see your face in the morning sun or tiptoe in the sunset on your viewing deck. What if this is the last moonlight we ever share. What if this is the ending moment of the final murmur. What if this is the last wrinkle from the old body of a lifetime, the ending yellow in a life of white, the ending red in a life of green. If it was, and is the moment of reprise, than I would, and say thank you, I love you, you mean everything to me, and not one of these words will serve justice to the thoughts you entertain in my heart, because nothing will ever, ever compare to my everything, my home.
eccentric:
It is cliche of me to say this because it is said far to often with far to little real intention, but your writing here is beautiful. editing would make it better i'm sure, but i like flaw, i've always been one more into the jagged then the smooth alone. maybe i'm a pessimist...maybe i'm just an optimist with an open mind waiting for others to notice the clorox and lead floating in the half full glass.
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