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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Those Dames with Crimson Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can reckon with the lucidity<br>Of the tranquil motions of the floor<br>Those farfetched nights sent to<br>The scrapings of the harried memory<br>Your skins, glistening from the blur, <br>Staggering through a solid corner<br>Like the stars settled in the firmament<br>Concealing its desire to fall<br>Betrothed to the potions of alcohol; <br>Your eyes, all six of them, <br>Crossed mine from the jovial turbulence<br>And I thought, from behind my telescope, <br>That a soul met another soul; <br>I permitted my lips to droop with my eyes<br>Macadamized with iron slyness<br>Averting the crimson redolence<br>That beckons a skirmish of the heart<br>A blitzkrieg of blind shots, <br>From blatant courteous unwritten words <br>To long small jeremiad of the silence<br>Buried in the sighs and diffidence, <br>To hot grazes boiling the blood vessels<br>Then the soul intertwined once more<br>In the crimson gases of the turfs<br>When you caressed my hair<br>And have my soul surrender<br>Exploiting its secrets and laments<br>Spoken in inebriated language<br>Of undulating bodies and ruffling sheets, <br>Jabbing open wounds and scraping skins<br>That faded in a silent scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, I aimlessly wonder<br>What those crimson eyes envisaged<br>Ignited by toxic lemonades<br>And serrations of aberrations<br>To provoke a lackluster man<br>To pour out the enzymes<br>Of the insentient soul <br>Sulking in the jagged corner<br>With feigned exuberance<br>And smiles castrated by<br>Cigarette kisses, hissing with<br>And enigmatic silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder about your names<br>But I might have sent them<br>Far in the fathoms of Alaskan graves<br>Or maybe I forgot to ask them<br>For the soul was a gypsy<br>Meandering aimlessly with legs<br>Slathered by sedative bliss<br>Pawned for all famished nights<br>Of wailing bleak howls<br>But I failed to keep them<br>For the chemicals in your bloods<br>Was effortlessly devoured<br>By hedonistic blarneys<br>Yet, in these times of abandon<br>I wonder about you<br>Longing for answers, <br>Wanting requisitions; <br>What does this ugly vessel posses<br>To be invited in your boudoir<br>And swallow the phantom swords<br>With a wry of a smile<br>Crossing the darkness<br>As the scant strokes of my silhouette <br>Leave the fine svelte fringe<br>With no intention of returning? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My apologies for this comedy, <br>But it was a good drag<br>Not in the flesh, <br>The thighs, <br>Or the crotch, <br>But in the wisps<br>Of the unwanted soul; <br>The very quintessence<br>Of being accepted.</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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Of the tranquil motions of the floor
Those farfetched nights sent to
The scrapings of the harried memory
Your skins, glistening from the blur, 
Staggering through a solid corner
Like the stars settled in the firmamen..."></div>
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