tinted poetry
poetic in my own utter for trying to
grasp something that is close
to reaching the sun with my shoulders
my heart touched the sun when It encountered
your reluctant fire.
Nights where I felt as if love would suffocate me
with madness that was to good to be true
and you held me with the veins of your mind
and tugged at me with the strings of your eyes
gripping onto you when we would walk
let it be that everyone knew that you belonged to my hands
and my fingerprints ran over you body
just mine
you took my blue stones
blue stones
and set them on fire with your demonic lips
of shamelessness given to you by your manhood
a kind that was all too good to be true
skin full of color that wasnt there when you where born
a body composed of pure art and gesture
permanently scared
your neck sang
and your pelvis cracked against my hip
when the sand dunes went in too deep
the earth eroded
and our universe collapsed
between our two sepearte places
and after everything was gone
dead
we breathe
in and out so so
slowly
soft laughter sighs
what are you doing tommorow like questions
float in the heavy air around us
and all I know for certain
is that
this will end
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
tinted poetry
poetic in my own utter for trying to
grasp something that is close
to reaching the sun with my shoulders
my heart touched the sun when It encountered
your reluctant fire.
Nights where I felt as if love would suffocate me
with madness that was to good to be true
and you held me with the veins of your mind
and tugged at me with the strings of your eyes
gripping onto you when we would walk
let it be that everyone knew that you belonged to my hands
and my fingerprints ran over you body
just mine
you took my blue stones
blue stones
and set them on fire with your demonic lips
of shamelessness given to you by your manhood
a kind that was all too good to be true
skin full of color that wasnt there when you where born
a body composed of pure art and gesture
permanently scared
your neck sang
and your pelvis cracked against my hip
when the sand dunes went in too deep
the earth eroded
and our universe collapsed
between our two sepearte places
and after everything was gone
dead
we breathe
in and out so so
slowly
soft laughter sighs
what are you doing tommorow like questions
float in the heavy air around us
and all I know for certain
is that
this will end
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