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The Literary Groong - 11/15/2008

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	I LOVE YOU

	By Karine Ovsepian


	My eyes,
	Wide shut,
	Like an anarchist,
	Pitching and hustling
	My imagination of you,
	Open wide and pressed,
	To the bosom
	Of stinging curls,
	Running down my shoulders,
	My face,
	Tracing each and every
	Nook...
	Sensuality,
	from 1 to 10 - open end,
	A rolling drop of water,
	An imagined precipitation,
	A pebble in the sand
	Which loves embraces with the wind,
	Almost a wandering sigh,
	Vast,
	With each days corroded sun,
	In the eye of ripe moon,
	Like a breathless voice,
	Distant,
	A crunchy echo,
	Hissing upon my breast,
	Kin,
	from a distance
	Caressing my skin,
	A velvet tongue...
	Your vapor,
	Painting a new feeling,
	Within linings of my heart,
	Ever so confused,
	What a timing...
	Leisure,
	Lets you love me,
	Only when you want,
	Admiring beneath it all,
	I,
	My simple silence,
	Swelling,
	With millions and millions
	Misconceiving thoughts,
	It's painful,
	But
	I love you!  


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	A SILENCED ISLE - BY ANOTHER NAME ...

	By Karine Ovsepian


	A silent isle my soul empowers,
	Dressed in silken gray at such an hour,
	At the edge of each road as I stand,
	Between the trees and shoreline sand.

	The mournful trees swing slowly,
	As their shadow darkens my eyes wholly,
	I muse them with my eclectic grace,
	Within each layer a different face.

	Walking with a mirror side by side,
	I embrace this crystalline tide,
	Curled with my shivering fear,
	I kiss its each and every tear.

	What a gleaming shape has this light,
	That is silenced by falling night,
	As the moon dresses in snowy white,
	No heart cares of wrongs and of right.

	The trailing of each idle cloud,
	Seems a secret that is vowed,
	Even by the trees on this shadowy lane,
	Which experience our walk times and again.

	I position my soul by a sinful chase,
	If only this life I could simply erase,
	Then I could rearrange hours it lays,
	As with each new trail it roves and plays.

	I roam like a drunken delight,
	I kiss each dawn with my own light,
	I drift into the hunger of trailing rage,
	With silenced breath of a savage in cage.

	I am none other but detested Hurricane!


--
Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city
of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of
Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school
days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is
planning to publish her first book.  Some of her English poems have
been published by the International Society of Poets in US.  She is a
graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing &
Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression
and imagination to the world.

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