Comments on: Blindfolds and Ashes. http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=blindfolds-and-ashes Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:16:49 +0000 hourly 1 By: Cait http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes/comment-page-1#comment-102 Cait Sat, 30 Jan 2010 17:06:51 +0000 http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes#comment-102 Yess. You two. Please make more words together. xx C p.s. Gabriel Gadfly..."Wow" Exquisite crust murmur-shatters. Beauty. Yess. You two. Please make more words together. xx C

p.s. Gabriel Gadfly…”Wow” Exquisite crust murmur-shatters. Beauty.

]]> By: Gabriel Gadfly http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes/comment-page-1#comment-92 Gabriel Gadfly Sat, 23 Jan 2010 23:56:10 +0000 http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes#comment-92 I remember this piece...but I can't remember which words belong to you and which belong to me. :) .-= Gabriel Gadfly´s last blog ..<a href="http://gabrielgadfly.com/poetry/sussuration-and-earthquake" rel="nofollow">Susurration and Earthquake</a> =-. I remember this piece…but I can’t remember which words belong to you and which belong to me. :)
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]]> By: Cait http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes/comment-page-1#comment-91 Cait Mon, 18 Jan 2010 04:00:19 +0000 http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes#comment-91 His name is Imbroglio and that means confusion: who am I and who are you and what does it mean to be? And he misses her kiss, finds it in the ice wind at the highest peak of the city – that much closer to heaven, that much closer to the stars and the memory locked inside them, that much closer to the breathless escapism of the exosphere’s final shell. God lingers in the asphyxia hollow, in the interrupted birth-death-rebirth breath cycle. and her name is Aisling Veritas .... Such penetrating, punctuated words, and from the ether rise the forms of these two. They capture me. Breath inhaling into them, they seem to swell slightly with form, and then,an incredible gust, sigh...into ash. I want to read their love letters. Give moisture to their tears. His name is Imbroglio and that means confusion: who am I and who are you and what does it mean to be?

And he misses her kiss, finds it in the ice wind at the highest peak of the city – that much closer to heaven, that much closer to the stars and the memory locked inside them, that much closer to the breathless escapism of the exosphere’s final shell.

God lingers in the asphyxia hollow, in the interrupted birth-death-rebirth breath cycle.

and her name is Aisling Veritas

….

Such penetrating, punctuated words, and from the ether rise the forms of these two. They capture me.

Breath inhaling into them, they seem to swell slightly with form, and then,an incredible gust, sigh…into ash.

I want to read their love letters. Give moisture to their tears.

]]> By: andY? http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes/comment-page-1#comment-83 andY? Mon, 11 Jan 2010 22:00:01 +0000 http://khandroma.com/blindfolds-and-ashes#comment-83 Ashes crush beneath our feet as the tattered curtains around the bed flutter in the breeze. This Confusion leaves and allows for unfettered expression between two passionately engaged partners. Ashes crush beneath our feet as the tattered curtains around the bed flutter in the breeze. This Confusion leaves and allows for unfettered expression between two passionately engaged partners.

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