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True Respect (A Distant Adoration) (Free verse) by abecedarian I can smell the purfume of a hundred people
but here is one that I see
completely surrounded
by a buzzing mass of fickle need
I watch as bits of you escape
in brilliant warm spears of light
uncomfortably detained
radiating grace and desperation
amidst a suffocation
You glance over to where I sit
and flash a knowing smile,
finally understanding my compliment -
that it is possible to adore someone so much
that you avoid their presence altogether.
Up the ladder:
haunting
Down the ladder:
oedipus is raising a pint to me now
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Posted: August 31, 2003 9:05 AM PDT; Last modified: August 31, 2003 9:52 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.058416 Overall Rank: 1185 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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31-Aug-03/12:29 PM
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"Perfume", but you know what? Who cares. this is a really fine example of poetic magic and universal appeal. this is exactly what young, self absorbed poets like bristol line swaft are missing. The spark of mystery and magic and a connection to your audience. 10.
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abecedarian @ 4.40.32.229
> horus8
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2-Sep-03/12:44 AM
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that it is possible to adore someone so much
that you avoid their presence altogether.----sweet...9
thank you
Beautiful. I like "buzzing mass of fickle need". But then, I'm fickle.
I've thought a bit recently about being 'fickle':
Is it possible that the flowing costume of fleeting feelings is perhaps hung about a solid and well conceived stand that requires redecoration?
That is a nice theory, until I change my mind about it.
Of course you'll change your mind about it (unless you don't).
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