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No, I let them come & go, consistently riding that endless wave of ephemerality. Parade on in, Provoke! Provoke! I’ve got hours upon hours to spend, delicately tracing the hopes & hard-ons of young men. By midnight, the cathartic compostion is unravelling or rotting & I’ve got my hand down his pants, hoping to call forth that Saint-Lazarus sleeping at my core Oh yes but how I do like you so, said I, drowning in clouds & flying through the bottoms of sticky plastic cups It wasn’t the truth but God knows, I wasn’t lying I would love to love you I get utterly intoxicated when you let me swallow your smile, whilst you’re sleeping in my eyes. It’s just that, I only know to project my dreams and lie awake, melting beneath the cowardly heat. Oh it lives on, the stiffling tension of a fool with a thousand feelings and a limited vocabulary. Beware, I must admit there isn’t much beauty to be found as I left my courage far behind, in spring, in a bedroom, inside some other vacuole of desperation and he fed it to the birds. These days, my declarations are dosed, I keep my tongue on a leash and my chest begets a cage. I crawl inside my mind and close many a door.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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No, I let them come & go, consistently riding that endless wave of ephemerality. Parade on in, Provoke! Provoke! I’ve got hours upon hours to spend, delicately tracing the hopes & hard-ons of young men. By midnight, the cathartic compostion is unravelling or rotting & I’ve got my hand down his pants, hoping to call forth that Saint-Lazarus sleeping at my core Oh yes but how I do like you so, said I, drowning in clouds & flying through the bottoms of sticky plastic cups It wasn’t the truth but God knows, I wasn’t lying I would love to love you I get utterly intoxicated when you let me swallow your smile, whilst you’re sleeping in my eyes. It’s just that, I only know to project my dreams and lie awake, melting beneath the cowardly heat. Oh it lives on, the stiffling tension of a fool with a thousand feelings and a limited vocabulary. Beware, I must admit there isn’t much beauty to be found as I left my courage far behind, in spring, in a bedroom, inside some other vacuole of desperation and he fed it to the birds. These days, my declarations are dosed, I keep my tongue on a leash and my chest begets a cage. I crawl inside my mind and close many a door.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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