Two Men - Watercolor Postcards - 5" × 7" - H2O color, Marker & Collage |
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the two men walked in the spring snow, salt ruining their shows. hand holding was now obsolete & fake smiles replaced love & romantics |
his heart |
he dots his "I"s & crosses his "T"s -he looked for the other in words lightly spoken - always truth - the words in truth are - he only tells 1/2 the time |
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he took my hand & walked me forward |
I took the 1/2 eaten words of a former lover - cooking in his pot was a sad recipe for love - I ate the food, drank the wine & tasted the desert of his skull. nourishment only lasts for a few hours - I thought I had been fulfilled |
I was silent; I had no idea about who he is or was the lines crossed & barrels broken, the water glass was a liquid of sleep & i awoke drinking him in. |
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| the man sat and wondered for a while was he in love or in lust? The seaman had become cold, his ideas unclear, his heart had stopped. | put through me like a sword- knife -is the lips of a lover so torn by his own teeth - I bleed your ideas & Ideals - tell me the looks of deep set eyes are of my past lovers |
put the gun towards my heart - pull the trigger, let it up - last breath- my breath- to you - is for you- is with you - is with me - TAKE IT AWAY |
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| tasting his lips he then put a finger in my mouth forcing his hips in to mine - his smell filled my mind - his arms felt so good - don't let me go | he took in the tide - this was not salt water - this was not a baptisim - this was fresh, clean & cold |