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echo Jun 2013
If you ever kissed me
I would ask you to open your eyes
I would like you to see me clearly
To know the face you'd compromise

Without a second thought
Your lips would brand me yours
And, smoldering & burning
My nerve endings would blaze and burn

Your eyes would be warm fire
and melt Emotion's gold
sweetly dipped in my desire
sweetly icing, bracing cold

And gold is softly melted
I would melt into your arms
and in a timeless statuette
we would be ONE -
[Don't you know?]

It's hard to separate
           Siamese Hearts


- and one may be left bleeding
...
tears for premature promises
made without Wisdom's say
holding on to a future, while striving
to take back yesterday

- 08.06.2013 -
echo Jun 2013
Please select an answer:

Am I...

a) a complete contradiction

b) temporarily satisfied all because of
     cheap amusement

c) beautifully disillusioned

d) all of the above
don't even ask... :/
echo Jun 2013
DO you Ever
                      write
        HATE-MAIL with
             return to sender
                     and then
                Wonder
          *'WHO is sending me
                  All this Crap!?'
and then you promptly
         TEAR IT UP!
(and sit down to write again)
echo May 2013
YOU
You: are my greatest anticipation [you smile]

You: seem to make the sun shine brighter

                                    ..YOU.

You: are the frequent flyer through my thoughts

You: attend my words with care, and i feel heard by
  
                                    ..YOU.

You: will never know how i see this

You: may feel but not know how i feel but

                                    ..YOU.

You - are my greatest contradiction

                        *When I play deaf to Wisdom's ear
echo May 2013
These hands around my throat
are made of air
gripping, sweating ice, grasping
claustrophobic
fears

My mouth
a gaping chasm
a humid void
a lip-framed hollow
Drying, dying, tongues are lying
We cannot trust
ourselves

I feel a sudden urge to hide
I will curl up underneath this desk,
escape the harsh fluorescent lamp
to respite my eyes
to weep and cry
to bring back moisture to this life

And meaning to my words
echo May 2013
soft fluidity
of supple mercury
Elegant Secrets
scurry past
the shadows
into warmth and light:
*Silver and gold
- Lizards in the winter sun -
echo May 2013
Two hearts and four hands
Building castles made of sand
Dangerous imaginings
My dear

Two paths, uncertain plans
If we go out and tide comes in
We would but cry for what had been
So don’t let's amble idly here

Let’s keep our tears
*My dear
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