I see it in her eyes! "Guys look at so many girls," with a sigh. Then I saw your heart was loving mine. A being one with understanding. A smile that caressed my shoulder. An ease that could make me slip into sleep. Like a beauty she slept No heart to win Spirit hovered over her as if apart, yet a part of her. I wondered what dreams she could be having, Whose heart heaven could be sharing I wondered how many breaths she'd ever breathed. I wonder about the time I'm wasting making you my center of concentration. I wonder why you're not blacker. Wonder why you're not whiter. I wonder why there's no crust in your eye. wonder why you're not more recognized by colleges. Then I realize the softness of your pillow. I wonder what island you're from. Your curls turn into a flame of salamanders before my eyes. I want to kiss the air you breathe. I want to taste your makeup on your face. I want to thank the taxpayers for our food. I want to thank the elements for the extra bump off center in your chin. I want to take away your hurt and pain. I want you to rule over all men. You look at me like I'm not mature. You've found my secret you won't tell. I never paid any of your bills. You said, "No, I need a man."
You may have sounded so tired. But to me you sounded so sweet. Your voice fading away as you drift off to sleep. Your quiet mind so quietly speaks. A whisper i can’t hear but yet you still breathe. Time is still going as deeper you drift. I am still awake and suddenly your missed. Beautifully you sleep as touching is your kiss. So loving and warm another thing I miss. I won’t wake you up but only stare for a while. As happy I am if only you can see me smile. I turn around as I say goodnight. To try to sleep with you on this tiring night.
The king and queen cried “Bless us! We cannot conceive!” And “blessed” they were. Their heir, a miracle, a vision of royalties.
And so a celebration was in order (as is most pertinent in events such as princess births) to adorn the little lamb with gifts.
Whether the blame lies here or there our princess lamb heir stands the most to suffer in cases such as forgotten friends.
Or unforgetful vengeance--
So spite screeched an everlasting “CURSE THEE TO DEATH ON THE ***** OF A SPINDLE!” And with a turn of its heels shock set in. ...shock sinks in. The well-intentioned sprite attempts to soften the wolf’s blow on our little lamb heir--
Only a nap-- only it would seem such in the conjecture of events.
Now no longer is she princess baby heir then does a spindle come alive X winters later! (convenient, one might say--in all the land one’s but burned, temptingly locked away in the curious tower) Insert fainting sounds. Insert crowded gasps. Insert “told you so!” And the sheep follow our little lamb’s sleep. One hundred year sleep.
Hair follicles sprout a slimy green, and not-so-royal fungi flourishes-- brash brambles tuck in the herd as if to say “Sleep tight! Don’t let the mites bite!” But not our little lamb. Reassuringly beautiful princess lamb heir keeps like red wine. She is only to be drank up from the right cup-- a proper lamb. Prince Lamb. Whose worries consist of much different things than our lamb heir-- but for another ‘lore.
Our Prince Lamb dips, sips, lips on lips and she is awake! Beautiful princess lamb knows exactly what to make of all this?
The sheep herd rises, and their “joyous” bleating reverberate and penetrate cold castle walls and break down the thorny cover.
And they lived happily (and most originally) ever after-- as sheep tend to do.
No matter how much times I wish upon that star It won’t change the fact that you’re still his puppet Which is unfortunate because I want to see who you really are
I’ll try to be brave Brave like a little tailor But no matter how much I help out It’s because of the lies, that I’ll always fail her
I’d play you a special song, in a strange little town And all of the townsfolk would gather round And you’d think their joy would make me happy But no matter how hard I look there’s just one face that can’t be found
I’d flee from that town; I can’t swim across the river But don’t worry the fox will give me a ride But still I’m afraid I won’t make it Because the feelings are eating me up inside
And just like prince charming I’ll wake you with a kiss I just want you to be happy Because I hate seeing you like this...
Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at One another. Heaping piles of human soup. Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined. Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams. Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman, Legs pressed tightly to the chest, Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat. Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar. To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth. We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
As we earn our pageantry to take Stride on this Earth, and string a Great bow of eager success among all of us, You, me, them. While I continue to Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a Cup of tea instead.