new prose poem....

Nov 30, 2004 21:20

I’d wake up to him praying, gentle. He wasn’t kneeling, no folded hands. But he’d lie next to me, his lips moving. Sometimes he’d touch my hands, running his fingers along my nose and chin, memorizing. He would stop whispering when he saw me look at him, smiling, his eyes squinty and stretched thin. There was something romantic about religion for ( Read more... )

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riot_grrrl_03 November 30 2004, 19:46:51 UTC
that was one of the best poems i have evr read in my life.you have a wonderful talent and i hope your pursuing it.i wish i could write like you.i love your writings...well all the ones i've read anyways.

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screen_siren November 30 2004, 19:56:54 UTC
that was gorgeous.
rose♥

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FYI art_of_war December 1 2004, 12:25:44 UTC
Baklava is Greek, not Jewish.

other than that. VERY NICE! :)

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