Letter for Y on a drunken friday night
You in the form of a cricket squatting at the end of my eardrum in the late afternoon.
The squeak of a man's wet shoes, the tile, white and expansive. Air filling us full of nonsense and forgiving eyes.
Reaching for an open sign, open mind. A steady rhythm. naked arms, naked hearts, and raw decisions. A harsh conversion, call it my political self....
Saying much too much. Planing with no intention of action, retaliation or self worth.
And then at the least of hope there is a ring, a wake if you will ... and it's your voice at the end of this cold plastic tube. Dear, you speak as if you've known me for years. I giddy as a child don't mind your sweet name calling me ways. I just stand here cold and confused, wishing I could tell you a million stories and tell you how much you resemble the woman who took me for romantic rides and held my hand so tight. The woman who ran away and never appeared again. I don't know you, you don't know me but that night through drunken words we touched and caressed each others thin little fingers. You hold so much beauty in those lips, those eyes! how I want to call you "darling" and run into you until breast against breast become heart against heart. I tried my hardest to keep an eye on you, looking at you through a 3-D demension..you never took notice to this. You spoke of fake happiness and told me I should come over and share this with you. Then in this coffee colored bar you sang, and behind my head I fell into a European coma. Bliss, bliss, my mind racing and my lips yearning for yours. I was flattered by red lights, night life, the beers and your drunk body language. Flawed skin, rough hair, out of shape, and thighs for affair. I must admit I almost loved myself to death when I wrapped these skinny arms aroud your waist. I have never been much of a man, never took touch for granted. I don't lie, I hate women but every wish has been granted. A smile here, a wink there. Sterilized bed sheets one way tension street.
You in the form of a cricket squatting at the end of my eardrum in the late afternoon.
The squeak of a man's wet shoes, the tile, white and expansive. Air filling us full of nonsense and forgiving eyes.
Reaching for an open sign, open mind. A steady rhythm. naked arms, naked hearts, and raw decisions. A harsh conversion, call it my political self....
Saying much too much. Planing with no intention of action, retaliation or self worth.
And then at the least of hope there is a ring, a wake if you will ... and it's your voice at the end of this cold plastic tube. Dear, you speak as if you've known me for years. I giddy as a child don't mind your sweet name calling me ways. I just stand here cold and confused, wishing I could tell you a million stories and tell you how much you resemble the woman who took me for romantic rides and held my hand so tight. The woman who ran away and never appeared again. I don't know you, you don't know me but that night through drunken words we touched and caressed each others thin little fingers. You hold so much beauty in those lips, those eyes! how I want to call you "darling" and run into you until breast against breast become heart against heart. I tried my hardest to keep an eye on you, looking at you through a 3-D demension..you never took notice to this. You spoke of fake happiness and told me I should come over and share this with you. Then in this coffee colored bar you sang, and behind my head I fell into a European coma. Bliss, bliss, my mind racing and my lips yearning for yours. I was flattered by red lights, night life, the beers and your drunk body language. Flawed skin, rough hair, out of shape, and thighs for affair. I must admit I almost loved myself to death when I wrapped these skinny arms aroud your waist. I have never been much of a man, never took touch for granted. I don't lie, I hate women but every wish has been granted. A smile here, a wink there. Sterilized bed sheets one way tension street.
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devilgirl:
Where've ya been hidin!
noirin:
you're fit and you write exquisitely. also you like the right bands, well done you are officially Cool, i wish i was like you X