Monday, March 06, 2006

a poem x 2

your face
lips pursed
pushing out silent breath
morning breath
pull the sheet up around my face
close my eyes and smile
peek and you're still
sleeping
maybe dreaming
placid content
my body twitches trying to stay
motionless
disturbing nothing
not this moment
the pores of your skin
eyelashes like spiny forests
flushed and rumpled
you roll over
unexpectedly
i inch closer
and drape my arm over you
your hand in mine

good morning.

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crumpled and angry like a burn
in supple skin
cringing beneath the surface
retracting from the stinging
quick to strike as an open palm

barely even there until

yes, there it is
and there it really is
tangible and real and exacted
like revenge
his, the blackest of hearts

this is cowardice.

7 Comments:

Blogger Antipathy said...

It's like, whoah, and then all of human creations, and then we're like,yeah.

I wanna be a beatnik.

5:08 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

oh piss off.

12:54 PM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

Heh, I was kidding, I actually quite like it.

4:33 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

that wasn't a serious oh piss off. perhaps i should have pit one of these after it - ;).

1:31 AM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

i mean put.

1:31 AM  
Blogger Antipathy said...

Sarcasm doesn't translate well on the internet.

4:36 PM  
Blogger rebelbarbie said...

eat me.

4:36 AM  

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