"your skin is something that i stir into my tea"

10.20.2008

once again

its been a while eh?
ive suddenly remembered
why it is i wind up kissing without caring
because there are times
that running my hands across these pages
my fingers along rough hewn boards
nailed into bookshelves
just isnt enough
to inform me of my own existence

inhaled breath
to be
withheld
by lips pressed tight
against my own

for my fingers to cause shivers
so extreme
that i must search and seek
to make contact again

please
escape me
that i desire

but not for so long as this

instead

my senses fail me
like radar set off by a false depth charge
you hit me at my root
with each unannounced appearance
arriving when i least suspect

you floor me

there is nothing left to be said between us
but yet
i grope for words
since youve given me no other language
we should have had so many ways
to tell eachother what we meant
instead
there is nothing but these lines
black on white with only our minds to misinterpret

it was so easy to understand
that night
when we sat entwined
the audience watching us
instead of the actors up on stage
so true did our lines ring
as we seduced eachother

ive never seen the world from so high
but from your shoulders
fearless
that one night
it will remain
perfect
in my eyes
i will never be so true
to myself or to you
as i was so full of joy
nowhere to go but to fall
into despair.

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