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Russian absinthe (Free verse) by AlexandraLeaving What you told me
What you said
How you broke it apart
In the fields of azure suns and leaves red
How you groaned
As I bled
And how I thought
With this gift I give
With me forever he'll live
And how it ached between my legs for days
But desire this wolf within me
Drove me back to your arms
When I looked at my tight young skin
Next to yours
I thought Komarovsky
I am yours
Up the ladder:
Flying things
Down the ladder:
November 1963
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Posted: December 29, 2006 5:34 PM PST; Last modified: December 29, 2006 5:34 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1490035 Overall Rank: 5264 Comments:
I like this also--it has a nice rhythm to it.
A Doctor Zhivago reference? Ivan Komarovsky? But I'm thinking that since you are from New York, it might be Mirra? But you said "he" earlier. I dunno now.
I'm just being silly - it must be Zhivago. Maybe it's just some random guy. Anyway - I like the poem Post more things please.
Yes it is actually a zhivago reference one of my favorite books
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