Oh Intangible Tabernacle of imagined ****
Oh Great Exodus!
Women walk passed my window
strange nurses, warm and wondrous
something to observe, something to carry.
Daydreams wayward outside my window
Stranded on islands of tile
A Tangent reality, a symptom, something to sift through..
Legs.
Playing the tapes all the way through
to pain, to the dismissal of problems, exiles,
weekends away.
A thousand moments flood my mind
All with different legs and faces.
With bloodstains in her jeans, ***** clothes stacking
Command, control, cuckoldry
Wanton sigh from a hundred imposing thighs
Play out to cold shower days and nights.
Play out to passive aggressive pacifism.
Breathing together, bending together,
Breaking together, with elegance.
Blossoms played out to bloodlettings.
Gone with all the ones who came and went
In befores,
Heads that laid ‘pon my chest before
Sighed hauntingly, trust like saccharine
Played out to stolen hearts dripping strychnine
Wondering now the wandering roses
Hopes laid like Eucharist in them
To only find ourselves sinking
Invested, stuck, separated.
The wondrous women
waltzed passed my window
and I do not wish them to return.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
Oh Intangible Tabernacle of imagined ****
Oh Great Exodus!
Women walk passed my window
strange nurses, warm and wondrous
something to observe, something to carry.
Daydreams wayward outside my window
Stranded on islands of tile
A Tangent reality, a symptom, something to sift through..
Legs.
Playing the tapes all the way through
to pain, to the dismissal of problems, exiles,
weekends away.
A thousand moments flood my mind
All with different legs and faces.
With bloodstains in her jeans, ***** clothes stacking
Command, control, cuckoldry
Wanton sigh from a hundred imposing thighs
Play out to cold shower days and nights.
Play out to passive aggressive pacifism.
Breathing together, bending together,
Breaking together, with elegance.
Blossoms played out to bloodlettings.
Gone with all the ones who came and went
In befores,
Heads that laid ‘pon my chest before
Sighed hauntingly, trust like saccharine
Played out to stolen hearts dripping strychnine
Wondering now the wandering roses
Hopes laid like Eucharist in them
To only find ourselves sinking
Invested, stuck, separated.
The wondrous women
waltzed passed my window
and I do not wish them to return.
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