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.
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.
****************************************************************
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.
posted by Freckles Q. McMurty at 4:18 AM
7 Comments:
It's like, whoah, and then all of human creations, and then we're like,yeah.
I wanna be a beatnik.
oh piss off.
Heh, I was kidding, I actually quite like it.
that wasn't a serious oh piss off. perhaps i should have pit one of these after it - ;).
i mean put.
Sarcasm doesn't translate well on the internet.
eat me.
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