relax, this is the future;
this subtle bludgeon,
this assault in tenderness
where we choose our own execution
relax, this is absolution;
this aloof intimacy,
this touching by proxy
where we cleanse our original sin
relax, this is heaven;
this calm tempest,
this dancing static
where we live through television
relax, this is experience;
this blind vision,
this attraction by opposites
where we dissolve ourselves in another
relax, this is understanding;
this shy exhibition,
this knowledge through innocence
where we swallow defeat
where i am a warrior,
and you are a priest
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 3:03 PM UTC
call to me like a bird
and drown my senses
in soft clinging caresses
and wordless communion
dance to me like a fire
in flickering delight
consuming and illuminating
with tongues of flame
run to me in a river
crave emotions to the sea
in waves breaking over me
torrential and irresistible
bathe me like the moonlight
in shimmering strands
unravel my darkness
and banish my shade
embrace me like the smoke
that drapes its narcotic cloak
on my fragmented fantasies
and dreams them real
blanket me like the snow
that numbs my pain
and blesses my wounds
with its soothing glow
devour me like the end of the world
and grant me living oblivion
eternal and divine
in your celestial anodyne
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC