Dark hair. Two pins, keeping each other company.
Green eyes like transparent emeralds
and skin like porcelain dolls
carried by a loving girl
given by her mother
taken by none, until later.
Through the city I make my stroll
but I've already gone and paid my toll.
Hair like slinkys left outside too long
curling thrown aside, up, and away
eyes like thunderstorms over blue sea
watched by lovers
fled by less than lovers
never closed, until later.
Through the city we make our stroll
but I've already gone and paid our toll.
Have you seen the cafe? the one with the pig
inside, licking peoples feet and running about
like a dog with no training, like a person with
no idea what they should be doing?
I challenge you, O my love to challenge me.
do I bring out a potbelly pig in myself with you?
isn't that what you wanted?
It would be cute, if I could manage it. maybe l8r.
Through the park we take our walk,
never really needing or wanting to talk.
mango tea and meltdown tears
don't do anything to my existing fears.
They just bring me along, again, to feel closer,
to convince you that you're not simply a poser
but a person that's more than you. more than me.
Thus saith the lord, the lord of hosts.
Around the lake you start to talk,
and I listen closely while we take our walk.
Hissing geese and widowed ducks
only show the gratitude of those things
that are happy to recieve your bread of life
and my grin of awe at you, feeding them.
Hair like palm trees in the wind, tall, thick
happy to have you under his care, he supposes,
but even happier to have you in his arms
watched by others
envied by more.
never saying goodbye.
Hair, getting longer. Have you pearl earrings?
two pins saying hello to the top of a desk
and to the rim of a crystal cup
lips like a rose petal, touched by one in my hand.
Lips carried by mine,
given by both,
taken by none other, evermore.
