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posted by [personal profile] haltlos at 09:01pm on 03/03/2011 under
What a beautiful poem.


Scheherazade by Richard Siken

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
Until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the
days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice
into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that
means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will
ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
Mood:: 'chipper' chipper

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