I write your name
in red
sunlight
seeps through bottles
on a windowsill
margarine kaleidoscopes
on legs
naked for a change
(early summer risky business)
Floorboards yawn
under the weight of our stories
I take showers
as well as baths now
Can't be twenty-one here
older shush you couldn't tell
Roll my finger
make your piano tingle
like when our wrists
bump together
when spines crackle
on books bought yesterday
this city bubbles
all fiction
You think
monochrome
makes you look better
camera snap done
jazz sashays around the room
head out a window
hear people as nosebleeds
scrabble about
You flirt
(what a discovery)
like flowers in a vase
orange juice bagels
ten-plus-ten toes
(A moment
where your eyes ache
into mine)
I hop
stepped jumped
into this mess
you know as well as I do
what a delectable
mess we are in
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
I write your name
in red
sunlight
seeps through bottles
on a windowsill
margarine kaleidoscopes
on legs
naked for a change
(early summer risky business)
Floorboards yawn
under the weight of our stories
I take showers
as well as baths now
Can't be twenty-one here
older shush you couldn't tell
Roll my finger
make your piano tingle
like when our wrists
bump together
when spines crackle
on books bought yesterday
this city bubbles
all fiction
You think
monochrome
makes you look better
camera snap done
jazz sashays around the room
head out a window
hear people as nosebleeds
scrabble about
You flirt
(what a discovery)
like flowers in a vase
orange juice bagels
ten-plus-ten toes
(A moment
where your eyes ache
into mine)
I hop
stepped jumped
into this mess
you know as well as I do
what a delectable
mess we are in
Written: June 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (and there will be more, somewhat similar pieces to this soon.) Something very rare happened, in which I sat and wrote a page of random notes inspired by recurring dreams, and rather than leave it and later alter it into a poem, I just re-shuffled some bits, added some more, and put it on here, so while it is in one sense 'raw', to me it is also rather 'fresh.' Feedback highly welcome and appreciated on this.
NOTE: This poem was inspired, but is not directly about somebody.
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