If your eyes--
they were a chariot,
Would they
swing down under
and chose me
as their favorite?
Or
would I burst asunder,
headlong like Judas Iscariot?
If your face--
it was a mirror,
through no glass
could I see clearer;
Would you stare back at me
and begin to understand
Or
laugh at me
and brush me off with
your dainty right hand?
If your lips--
they were a tourniquet,
I would wrap them
tight around me;
Would you choke out
my loneliness,
with spiritual nourishment
could you douse me?
Or
is that not what
this is all about?
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:35 AM UTC
If your eyes--
they were a chariot,
Would they
swing down under
and chose me
as their favorite?
Or
would I burst asunder,
headlong like Judas Iscariot?
If your face--
it was a mirror,
through no glass
could I see clearer;
Would you stare back at me
and begin to understand
Or
laugh at me
and brush me off with
your dainty right hand?
If your lips--
they were a tourniquet,
I would wrap them
tight around me;
Would you choke out
my loneliness,
with spiritual nourishment
could you douse me?
Or
is that not what
this is all about?
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