My lofty dreams drink your poison
The sermon hides all talk of lust
**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.
How can I ?
How must I ?
Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist
Closed doors.....
In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke
I shut the door
Close the tailored book
Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression
And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action
Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime
Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"
Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me
I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......
We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
My lofty dreams drink your poison
The sermon hides all talk of lust
**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.
How can I ?
How must I ?
Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist
Closed doors.....
In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke
I shut the door
Close the tailored book
Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression
And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action
Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime
Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"
Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me
I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......
We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
A story of a young girl of a preachers daughter. Rebeling against his wishes. Learning to find her own voice. She goes against the norm, defies what she knows and is willing to take a risk to explore the life of deep passion and lust on levels that would rouse scorn and discontent
