You didn't know I saw you
Watching my train rumble away
A perfect stranger
Arms draped through the barred gate
When everyone behind you
Heaved lumber in indifference
I saw you curious
And I wonder if it lingered
When we disappeared
You see, every time an
Opportunity leaves me,
It leaves me violently
Like a bullet
And it scars,
Then I'm left with purple prose,
And bitterness over what
Might have been
smoke is one of those smells you can't get out
it clings to walls and bedsheets and burrows deep like a mole into anything it touches
ash on my fingertips as it lingers
like kind touches that get a little too friendly
like the bitter aftertaste of sour milk
like eyes on kitchen knives
like the sinking feeling that won't go away
Tome stones of onyx and bleached
moments collect next to another.
Playing the theme of silent screams,
that are out of tune, but never heard.
Rising, scratching to that place that is
never reached. But they climb on broken
keys that scream on the bones that
are so dull and shimmer in failings.
They endeavour to reach a place that
is beyond there influence. The charcoal
keys are the prolonged motions of a place
where they linger in echoing silent screams.
I wished to fuck
I missed to go with luck
How I go down
And lick her tiny round.
I wished to finger
Inside and rolling linger
Deeper and longer thrust
While I hear her moaning lust.
I wished to kiss
French or tender list
Little by little I go underneath
Or later, you'll go playing with it.
Ahhh, the pleasure I have
How I missed to fuck someone I love