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Eternal Like the Sky
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Old Poetry (Pre-2002) Eternal Like the Sky
Your hands feel like a
wrinkled bed sheet, old and worn,
Like the dying sun after Autumn's day.
The kiss of wind tickling my ear,
Like a thorny rose made of
satin petals.
Like the strength of Zeus,
The smoothness of old polished wood,
The softness of Irish moss,
And a Mother's breast.
Like the scales of a tropical fish
in the Mediterranean,
A slithering snake shedding skin.
Like ivory marbles, cool and small.
Like the firmness of a ballerina's calves,
Slack like a body without a soul.
Like big white coulds in a
bright Blue sky.
Like wings that support me always,
now that you are my
Guardian Angel.
