Dear, patient, bitten tongue; sole reminder of blood in my veins that I may not do as I wish with as it would only go to waste.
new tactic: i figure if i leave this up too long, i'll grow embarrassed and HAVE to finish it. results subject to time. :) if it ironically makes the homepage when nothing else of mine does, please bear with me; the bar's typically higher than this! i hope!!
I don’t know the names of your children and can’t recall your husband’s face outside of the fact that he has a square jaw and like me he is not classically beautiful My tongue remembers the spaces between each of your teeth and the distance between your breast and navel is near that of your earlobe and collar bone Please forgive me for never being able to imagine you conventional a woman who keeps house and walks a family dog before putting kids to bed I remember the heat of your fingertips and your eyes unblinking wild that summer we jumped fences to explore the intimacy of our friendship I saw your skin glistening under water moon-drenched and held the small of your back in my palm my heartbeat felt in every part of me Lips stained mouthfuls of dirt cheap wine sediment on our tongues swirling toward the bottom as we pulled air from each other’s lungs
He's there Reaching that hand out In disguise of a fellow man
Grabbing you into his world Shinning that smile That hides his cynicals
His eyes full of wonder in the person you are His lies locked behind what seemed to be truth in those gems of irises Longing in a sickening desire
Love burns you alive from what seeps from him Painless, numbed by the blindness of love He holds you like you've never had before
He's there Glimmering shards of white lights The pits of fire in those wonderment of eyes Vemon seep from the tounge.
I found this in my files, having no remembrance of writing it, but it was in my files, so I guess i wrote it. Never finished it. Not even sure what i was really going for besides a man who lies behind perfection.