Post by misterpoet on Aug 4, 2006 9:49:45 GMT -5
I find
that you find
myself interesting
( which to me
is also funny )
and yet
we glide
into spring time
like swans
and doves
with fresh flowers
opening and the
scent - smell -
tampers with my nose :
your perfume
does just that
too.
shattered vase
trails the floor . . .
my heart
finally let go
( free )
like rain drops
yet taken back
into your hands
( you try and mend me )
puddles turned brown
my heart turned
twisted, untrustworthy,
different.
we lie together
unknown
eyes behind us
( forward we're afraid )
...
and laughing
at our fears
we put into each other's
ears, like yesterday's
garbage
thrown
to forget about
( my mind's made up -
now it's just the wanting
your sex. )
[
.
..
...
]
( it's a secret
i'll keep
to myself
so you won't
leave me - )
I'll keep your heart
and break your eyes
twist your
body
in my
d.e.s.i.r.e
silently
using your
texture
pretending
i love you's
getting
what I want
from your fingertips
trailing
along unstudied
pale runway
of your
structured
porcelain.
...
lightening
withdraws from my
touch
yet thunder still
r-o-l-l-s
from your
mouth;
you believe
the river is clear
but underneath
the white bubbles
is
tainted
blood...
full of
unclean
lust,
mockery
to your sacredness :
but those thoughts
are kept locked
inside the box
of timeless
forgots
to let myself
escape the worldly affair
of every other
monster...
believing you're
a whore -
( a cheap slut
with dead roses )
nothing else
in this elegant
frame.
unattached to your
love - a broken relic, a
statue of crumbs
slain before me.
unheard begging's |
less than each
pebble
fallen
from the tears
of each smile.
( at one point
we'd connect
but lately
[ in mind ]
you're alone
[ and the demons
that crawl from
my mouth ]
are your only
truths... )
(
.
..
...
)
you put forth
your mind
in rewind,
listening
to the repetition
of rhythms
skimming
through the
tone
pulling out
the backward
words
( hidden lies )
eventually
seeing the scum...
trying to hide
forbidden doubt
the lost time
: : : the cries of no.
falling into fantasy...
at the beach,
the sun down low
( almost under the water )
the waves crashing
one after two.
the sand
between her toes...
...
she realizes
the traders plan
( when only two
footsteps
are shown
in the sand )
that he painted
her eyes
black
covering
up the
reality
of what things
really were.
( she walked
until
the water covered
her hair ).
( the wind
blew away her
goodbyes
before they could
reach land. )
that you find
myself interesting
( which to me
is also funny )
and yet
we glide
into spring time
like swans
and doves
with fresh flowers
opening and the
scent - smell -
tampers with my nose :
your perfume
does just that
too.
shattered vase
trails the floor . . .
my heart
finally let go
( free )
like rain drops
yet taken back
into your hands
( you try and mend me )
puddles turned brown
my heart turned
twisted, untrustworthy,
different.
we lie together
unknown
eyes behind us
( forward we're afraid )
...
and laughing
at our fears
we put into each other's
ears, like yesterday's
garbage
thrown
to forget about
( my mind's made up -
now it's just the wanting
your sex. )
[
.
..
...
]
( it's a secret
i'll keep
to myself
so you won't
leave me - )
I'll keep your heart
and break your eyes
twist your
body
in my
d.e.s.i.r.e
silently
using your
texture
pretending
i love you's
getting
what I want
from your fingertips
trailing
along unstudied
pale runway
of your
structured
porcelain.
...
lightening
withdraws from my
touch
yet thunder still
r-o-l-l-s
from your
mouth;
you believe
the river is clear
but underneath
the white bubbles
is
tainted
blood...
full of
unclean
lust,
mockery
to your sacredness :
but those thoughts
are kept locked
inside the box
of timeless
forgots
to let myself
escape the worldly affair
of every other
monster...
believing you're
a whore -
( a cheap slut
with dead roses )
nothing else
in this elegant
frame.
unattached to your
love - a broken relic, a
statue of crumbs
slain before me.
unheard begging's |
less than each
pebble
fallen
from the tears
of each smile.
( at one point
we'd connect
but lately
[ in mind ]
you're alone
[ and the demons
that crawl from
my mouth ]
are your only
truths... )
(
.
..
...
)
you put forth
your mind
in rewind,
listening
to the repetition
of rhythms
skimming
through the
tone
pulling out
the backward
words
( hidden lies )
eventually
seeing the scum...
trying to hide
forbidden doubt
the lost time
: : : the cries of no.
falling into fantasy...
at the beach,
the sun down low
( almost under the water )
the waves crashing
one after two.
the sand
between her toes...
...
she realizes
the traders plan
( when only two
footsteps
are shown
in the sand )
that he painted
her eyes
black
covering
up the
reality
of what things
really were.
( she walked
until
the water covered
her hair ).
( the wind
blew away her
goodbyes
before they could
reach land. )