An Exercise on the In-Take of OxygenA Poem by Angelheaded HipsterBreathe, speak, release...Stretching out the in-hal-at-ions over the wire lowering my guard, my walls, inviting you into my inner sanctuary.
It needs not be mentioned I've said it before It's not the words, though you leave me dangling on your lips, it's the rhythm, natural like bre-ath-ing whispering our secrets into the skies, let the heavens keep what they hear to themselves.
To be selfish for such moments in life is desired, there are times when such shared secrets don't need to be revealed till the very end, with an almost shy apology, not shamed, no, not ever that.
There's something honest in the actions I play to in the humming undertones to your grins, your laughter.
Though I can never know the honest truth, I do know this.
I won't doubt your words, nor deeds. I can hear the strength of your feelings which sends me to peaceful slumbers with smiles, and your name playing out on my ex-hal-at-ions. © 2010 Angelheaded HipsterReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 3, 2010 Last Updated on February 3, 2010 AuthorAngelheaded HipsterMy name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GAAbout"God made my body and if it is dirty, then the imperfection lies with the Manufacturer, not the product. Do not remove this tag under the penalty of the law." ~ Lenny Bruce "I don't care to belong .. more..Writing
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