serpent tongue lashes. frantically,
the fool might say it is but a snake licking.
rage froths from under covers.
below sheets, anguish breeds with frustration
towards the self and distant lovers.
feigned empathy matures when nurtured.
then it is apathy
successfully disguised
as silent understanding.
on my feet, i assume the ground is beneath.
then the eyes meet another
who is also standing
but who seems so far above
and transcends me.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
serpent tongue lashes. frantically,
the fool might say it is but a snake licking.
rage froths from under covers.
below sheets, anguish breeds with frustration
towards the self and distant lovers.
feigned empathy matures when nurtured.
then it is apathy
successfully disguised
as silent understanding.
on my feet, i assume the ground is beneath.
then the eyes meet another
who is also standing
but who seems so far above
and transcends me.
12/16/08
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