![]() of things metaphysicalA Poem by Krista Laraine
To say learned would be in error- rather, reacquainted with something too familiar- too close, that I just barely recognized. I had forgotten my great love for the endless conversation. The deep analysis, intoxicating mind-f***s across grids of black wire. A penetrating gaze of voice and inflection. Some words have fingers like spirits, they can reach through the skin and caress your beating heart. I am wrapped in the most delicate paper. The kind that you are afraid to write on, or destroy its beauty with a hastily scribbled note. Your soul weaves new layers, and I become warm again.
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on March 3, 2010 Author![]() Krista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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