Love is lying on the floor (repost from Open 11)

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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

0 posted 2002-08-08 01:17 PM

I can smell bourbon and spilled flowers,
petals and colors drifting on the floor.
Love is lying on the floor,
her hair makes it partway under the door,
her face is in a state of waiting for more.
Love is waiting to be adored.

Wonder leaves wounds. Salvation leaves scabs.
I read this in the back of a cab.
The radio was low and the heater was high.
I couldn't see the scenery or the black sky.
I can smell bourbon and spilled flowers
sopped up in newspapers, the daily vomit.
Let's get hit by a comet, the announcer had said.
She said she was dead.

Love is lying on the floor
because the bed is unmade, the future unplayed,
the street is unpaved and I'm jarred awake
by the sound of love falling asleep.
She wears only what she wants me to see.
She sleeps in dreams that terrify me.
Love is wailing please, please, please, please
see me.

The soft breathing of the fan,
the soft glow of the lamp.
The soft bed is softly damp
but not by her. Who is she?

The soft song is softly ending.
The soft cover is softly rending.
The soft metal is softly bending
at the joints that connect and oil pretending.

The softest sound is not her breath
as she contemplates suicide in a blue dress.
The softest motion I could make
is not on bended knee to confess.
The softest prayer I ever heard
erupted in tears from her closed face.
It was jagged and broken and full of hurt
and whispered I must leave this place.

Love is lying on the floor.
Her hair makes it partway under the door.
Bourbon secrets in her rancor.
The flowers are floating in a cup of razors.

Love is lying to me again.
Love is wanting to be a friend.
She lies on the floor and now that she died
I can only think of how she was alive.

(and the softest sound was the bourbon mingled
with her blood on a note i have never read)

WhiteRose
Member Elite

since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

1 posted 2002-08-08 01:28 PM

Okay, this one was incredibly intense. I don't usually like the long ones but this one carried through splendidly. Bravo!!!

There are a million messages,
in a million bottles,
you just have to know
which one to pull out of the ocean.

PoeticGoddessOfDepression
Member

since 2002-07-02

Posts 439
I am everywhere

2 posted 2002-08-08 01:45 PM

Very unique...
Something so good could have only come from you.

-Sara

WhileIWasGone
Member

since 2002-07-18

Posts 486

3 posted 2002-08-08 03:34 PM

bsquirrel this is absolutely incredible ...
I can't stop reading this one....it is sooo damn good!!!!!

Enjoyed very much!

DeaDiAmore

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

4 posted 2002-08-08 04:25 PM

(one for each of you)

I can't even begin to say how much these words mean to me today. Thank you, everyone.

Anvrill
Senior Member

since 2002-06-21

Posts 710
in the interzone now

5 posted 2002-08-08 09:09 PM

Don't go digging up yr most painful stuff, awright? Augh, we both had a lot o' problems back then... Not that we don't now.

But we were too busy having our heads up our arses to even begin to properly help each other.

I am soooooooo glad it's not two years ago anymore. No matter how much I wish it was in regards to my social life.

I love you. Immer.

And whenever I read yr poems mentioning any sorta a girl and suicide, I wanna beat my past self senseless!

Is this what you wanted me to be?

Moist

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

6 posted 2002-08-09 11:40 AM

Poor past self!

I love you. And I still like this poem.

Mikey

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