Come, the night is deep and empty
as bellies that ache
as shadowed eyes that tempt me
so much time to take
Come, fan this fire
its white-hot flame purifies us
glows of desire
dance in smiles that disguise us
Looks that linger longer than lips
the rush of strange skin
of tangled limbs and fingertips
when daylight creeps in
to this unknown place
falling on this beautiful mess,
on this stranger's face
falls on me and last night's red dress
as bellies that ache
as shadowed eyes that tempt me
so much time to take
Come, fan this fire
its white-hot flame purifies us
glows of desire
dance in smiles that disguise us
Looks that linger longer than lips
the rush of strange skin
of tangled limbs and fingertips
when daylight creeps in
to this unknown place
falling on this beautiful mess,
on this stranger's face
falls on me and last night's red dress
3 comments:
This entry; beautiful, rueful, reminiscent of strangers faces and rushes of "strange skin," yet fearful that one might "stray from the script." What does love mean?
Perhaps the only true love that exists for me, the only one that stays with me, is the love given and received from sisters and brothers and family, and long-time friends.
I am glad your writing and posting again, my sis.
Love you tons.
-La
wow!! u'r a girl!i saw a comment and it said sis...cool..love ur poetry, inspired by pain and hurt...one day would be inspired by the beauty of joy and love.
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