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kenzie — lace the color of sea foam
Published: 2002-07-01 18:23:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 77; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 8
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Description When I was young you were lace the color of sea foam
With hair that spilled like strands of black soil around your face
You had eyes like twin blue candle flames choking in foggy mists
And your lips curled around a laugh that was both
Brass loud and silver soft
I knew you the way I know how it felt to laugh under water
Releasing one high-pitched giggle before the water is in my lungs
And up my nose and I choke and gag and even if I
Push to the surface my face hurts all over
And it takes a minute before I can breathe right
Your kisses were like that and like
Sitting in the shade of a large pine tree
Reaching out my window and grabbing fistfuls of free air
Like blending paint into purple and pink and orange
Before we’d even met I knew all those feelings
Somehow having them slammed together in those butterfly-moshpit style kisses
Made them seem more perfect like the sky reflected in a puddle in Manhattan
Catching up to you seemed impossible to I just let myself me silenced
By your thumb hammering
Eyelash soft
Slipping soul dive kiss
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Comments: 4

angel112183 [2002-07-10 03:32:06 +0000 UTC]

Amazing, the twin blue candle flames is my fav

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kenzie [2002-07-03 13:16:30 +0000 UTC]

i hope you guys all figured out that the "me" is a typo for be in the.. 4th line from the bottom. thanks.

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lowra [2002-07-02 13:44:38 +0000 UTC]

You amaze me as well. I am absolutely drowning in the beauty of this. I love poems with an inkling of ocean in them. The last line is breathtaking. Wonderful...absolutely gorgeous.

Love, Lowra

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estherbadester [2002-07-01 20:35:12 +0000 UTC]

wow kenzie. i've missed your poetry on a regular basis on vacation and it gets me back into it, I haven't written for a couple weeks except for one that's not very good. you inspire me and probably so many other peopole. there's suck an additude to this poem, a definition. it makes my back ache. your wonderful soul thrives in each of your works but this one is so fresh and new to me. it's crisp. I love the way you described suppression and love, my favorite line is:
"Made them seem more perfect like the sky reflected in a puddle in Manhattan"
nothing's jumbled.
you amaze me.

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