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There's nothing

between you and me...


not even..


fresh

air.
Pressed close we close the gap. (One word two meanings)
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
I'm forced to the ground.
Im laying down.
My hands, and feet are tied.
I'm wearing a blind fold.
My back rest against something hard, like metal.
My legs rug against each other, as I try to escape.
I feel a hand rub down my side.
And one on my face.
I hear laughing.
I feel them touch my legs.
I stop fighting, knowing I cant stop them.
I feel a pinch in my thigh, it runs deep trough my body.
Then my eyes start to close, knowing they injected me.
I wake up blindfolded.
I take the wrap off my eyes to find i'm on the side of the road.
With a big, white, *****, revealing shirt.
No pants, or underwear.
I blush, groaning, as I start my journey to find home.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Feeling the beat of my heart start to match the tune of the music.
Swaying my hips slowly, back and forth, to the rhythm of the song.
Moving my feet, pounding them to the floor.
Resting my hands on top of my head.
Letting my chest breath, in, out.
My neck creasing around in circles.
Flipping my hair to the opposite direction my face is.
I let my voice moan to the beautiful sound.
The song is over.
And I am ready to press repeat.
I found out fast that fantasies are nightmares with a honey twist.

I saw hate behind eyes I adored, tasted venom on the lips I kissed.

Darkness ebbed and flowed like tides in veins beneath my lover's skin.

I had to swim ashore before the current took me once again.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Clouds
                                        
Released
        ­  
Alone
                                                        ­                                  
Sun
                                           
                                                                                                          Moon
                                                           ­       
Aeronautical
  Animate
                                
Dispersed
                                                      ­                                                         
                                                                Insurmountable
                        
Winged
Could someone please stop this ride
Could someone let me off
I've purchased tickets, paid the price
But failed to count the cost

I'm afraid this fun ride that I'm on
Of rhyme inside my mind
Is stuck on a continuous loop
And I can't get off this time

Or this emotional rollercoaster
As it's picking up in speed
On its madding course with rhyming force
Will keep me pinned down in my seat

I just would like one minute in life
Where I can sit back and relax
Not wandering the house of mirrors
Playing poetic mind games with myself

But this rhyming rhythm beat
Has a power all its own
I believe my mind will be stuck in rhyme
Long after it's closed down...
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