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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tails of Bliss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truculent sensation of auspicious sedation in a puncturing thrill<br>Is as evasive as the clear vesper skies flooded with constellations<br>Bliss, I calculate like the fragment of aeons spewed by the clock<br>With hands dancing into the euphonious crooning of decadence; <br>Bliss, I forfeit to fringe you esoteric definition in a mooring point<br>But I wish to enter your anteroom and never leave, anchored in your skin, <br>And when I climb and crawl in the craters and crevasses you hollowed in<br>Your plasmatic visage my flimsy hands and mind still can never grasp<br>Who you are; Are you the same for everyone? How do I claim you<br>And fill the depression in your mattress? Or do you claim me and shatter<br>The impassable ashen moonbeam of my every night? If then, come, now.<br>In the awning of this protracted wondering nurtured by the city's malingering, <br>I wonder if I will ever touch you, the wisp of your tail that had grazed me once<br>The whiff that was not recounted by any noble man, the pleasure that had<br>Established a sagacious demand for cynicism's arduous flagrance, <br>In the patina of bleeding pain I tasted of your poison making me grovel<br>For the oblivious thrill, the ecstatic bereavement of feel, the orgasmic static in the ears, <br>In this world of blind alleys where death walks with garrulous snores of the shadows<br>I yearned for your faceless name, futilely aborting the lies riveted in hoping.<br>The harsh gale of levanter had whispered a clout in my ears; a clandestine item<br>A map to your lair, where you slumber coiled around your lustrous virgin hair<br>Your place, a castle within reach made of frangible bricks from the dim corners<br>Cobwebbed with fear and secluded thoughts, your nest is in my corpuscles<br>In its warmth and passionate hue, simply put into words of mirth<br>You are a lever ensconced in the ribs and only I can pull you out<br>To transpire personified, either in the illusion of altered perspectives<br>Or the hapless hummingbird-chance in erecting your lofty pillars<br>Into the damped soil where everything sank with the void and hollow<br>Yes, reality, the dour malady of having you unfold into the corporeal<br>Land of the breathing tombs is already a painted picture in abstraction<br>Bliss, have you visited the strangled heads dangling for your platform? <br>The lifeless eyes darting into the void horizon, grasping for air? <br>Your tail is a trail of streams that had ran in quest to find you<br>Or in the demise of finding your ephemeral plane, cold and ashamed<br>Are these streams lacerating the gulfs and barricades, cold and ashamed<br>I am for these streams that had engulfed your boiling core<br>Your tails, as elusive as the sating of questions, wounds and hunger<br>The yarns taut in the trample for every interior entropy<br>Bliss, your illusion was enough to keep me here<br>Wondering about the pristine pyre of Hades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Is as evasive as the clear vesper skies flooded with constellations
Bliss, I calculate like the fragment of aeons spewed by the clock
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