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More Than This

Hold the silver mirror up to
your face, tell me one thing,
what do you see? pretty?
ugly? Standing there in
your thin-skinned golden
over- ripened dress with
a view to you, honey
colored nipples the vee
shape of your dew-kissed
wet cloud of paradise
waiting to be overtaken.
More then this, you sing
aloud to the heavens, but
what can compare to you
seeing you, no one can
know you like you, maybe
only your creator, your
maker, who knows your
heart, every drip and every
drop and every beat. Is
your soul the soul of a lover
of peace? Do you pray for
the lord your soul to keep
before you fall off to sleep.
Do you see your face
beyond the blue, the hue
of me and the hue of you?
Bring it to the surface of
the mirror much like the
pale moon and the white
stars above, let go of
your charms, embellish
the looking glass with your
fine ornaments of red, the
artist in you paints a
thousand hearts, a
thousand dreams, and
writes poetry on rainy
days when the sun does
not come to play at your
front door, your soul
a diamond solitaire like the
eclipse of the sun this first
kiss of summer does so
sweetly bring. With beautiful
things, in the mirror you
do behold and you have
been told, unforgettable
ocean blue eyes, and high
cheekbones and rare dimples
and cherub lips, perhaps a
poet's brow. Do people
stop to hear your voice
when you talk, do you cause
riots where you walk?
Are you a dreamboat?
Or are you still only
a child. Are you
absolutely lovely down
to the bone or are
you only a dream
lasting for a few short
seasons it seems, as no
one can save time in a
bottle, the mirror listens
to your every heartbeat as
it cracks the mirror in half.

By peggy meeks-king

written june 21st first
day of summer 2001
with a new eclipse
of the sun

• Re: MORE THAN THIS -- J.M. Nickerson, 06:10:55 06/22/01 Fri
  • Re: MORE THAN THIS -- Peggy, 07:06:39 06/22/01 Fri

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• Re: MORE THAN THIS -- Moonchild, 11:22:56 06/22/01 Fri
  • Re: MORE THAN THIS -- Peggy, 11:54:46 06/22/01 Fri