From the corner of my eye
I could almost see
that dream.
Last night it came to me.
I could still feel those arms
when I awoke.
I still could taste you
as I rolled up my blanket
for the start of another day.
I could smell your hair
on my pillow.
My illusions and
my imagination are
plotting to destroy me.
What better way to kill me
than with my own weapon?
I am all wrong.
Wrong to want those arms.
Wrong to wish for that breath
to mingle with mine.
Wrong to dream about
burying my face beside that
graceful neck and almost
suffocate in that hair.
I have lived a lot of my life wrong.
All I have are my illusions.
I will cling to them
as I sink.
Maybe I will see your face
as I lose my grip, and
start to float.
The "tiny death"
or the big one?
I could almost see
that dream.
Last night it came to me.
I could still feel those arms
when I awoke.
I still could taste you
as I rolled up my blanket
for the start of another day.
I could smell your hair
on my pillow.
My illusions and
my imagination are
plotting to destroy me.
What better way to kill me
than with my own weapon?
I am all wrong.
Wrong to want those arms.
Wrong to wish for that breath
to mingle with mine.
Wrong to dream about
burying my face beside that
graceful neck and almost
suffocate in that hair.
I have lived a lot of my life wrong.
All I have are my illusions.
I will cling to them
as I sink.
Maybe I will see your face
as I lose my grip, and
start to float.
The "tiny death"
or the big one?
trance:
what a better way to kill me than with my own weapon. god. your words. i swear i love your writings. keep it up. you give me chills. like that song you hear on the radio that takes your mind to another place and you skin just chills
thewaitingone:
I want to try more stream of conciousness writing. I just can't seem to keep from poking at it, and pushing it around my plate. One of these days I will just excuse myself and leave it where it falls. One day