I cannot say what it is that
fills my grey lungs
Or what part of this wretched
machine has gone missing
like cold stone under thigh,
I shiver away from you
living and reliving a moment that
never quite happened
I never touched you,
and my frame never ached so intensely sweet
from not touching you
I am undone.
Prolific colors paint you
And your eyes,
mesh with the sea
where I will make love to you someday
Someday, I will shake you.
and the sea will whisper great things
And the sea will whisper all the
things I could not
fiction eating dreams and
the truth is what eats me
so what
So what if I pinned you against
my body and
made you kiss the wet snow off my neck
I wonder if you could taste the
mix of atmosphere and tears
the salty curve of my mouth
that falls inlove with you so many brilliant times
and goes so faintly unnoticed
like the sea,
in the dark of night
That is what empties me.
that was an awesome read.
that was an awesome read. Loved it! nice...
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I love this...eclectic.
I love this...eclectic.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
the tinge of
the tinge
of provocation
that teases
the mortal
to gaze with
admiration
upon the
utter ugliness
that beauty
seeks to
caress,
so that it
may be
seen in it's
completeness,
and not distorted
by it's sweetness.
12:27 AM 6/23/2013 ©
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This is so beautiful.
This is so beautiful.
its quite filling it did me
its quite filling it did me good
I love the imagery. It paints
I love the imagery. It paints an extremely sensual picture.
The Colors of Prolific
"Prolific colors paint you" and "fiction eating dreams/and the truth are what eats me" are among several other favorite lines in this write - soft, but sincere tone, nice imagery to float upon ~~A~~