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Because I am seizing advantage of the fact that I've been absent for a week to spam you all with posts. Hah. Another sonnet, penned in fifteen minutes whilst increasingly under the influence of coconut rum and raspberry cordial.
Bonnie & Clyde
I fell, you said, in love with your bright gun,
the tender sweep of blood across the curve
of lips, chased after by your mocking tongue.
You swear your love; I turn the wheel and swerve
us metal-wild into the cobbled street,
pursued yet by the whips and rays of dawn.
The world constricts into your tapping feet,
my gun upon your lap, your breath indrawn
through lips like blood. A solipsism true
to life - or true for now, at least, for one
snatched window of our youth when all we do
and say has not been said, not yet been done,
and we are left with this: a thrilling rush
towards a fall for them, and wings for us.
Bonnie & Clyde
I fell, you said, in love with your bright gun,
the tender sweep of blood across the curve
of lips, chased after by your mocking tongue.
You swear your love; I turn the wheel and swerve
us metal-wild into the cobbled street,
pursued yet by the whips and rays of dawn.
The world constricts into your tapping feet,
my gun upon your lap, your breath indrawn
through lips like blood. A solipsism true
to life - or true for now, at least, for one
snatched window of our youth when all we do
and say has not been said, not yet been done,
and we are left with this: a thrilling rush
towards a fall for them, and wings for us.
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[Mun is also very impressed. However, she does suspect that you wrote the whole thing in order make a small contribution toward working 'solopsism' into popular everyday useage. Brava. :p ]
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I only realised about a day ago that it was very much a War-and-Famine kind of thing.
[Mun is correct. It's such a good word!]
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[>:D]