Open Poetry #1 |
HisSong part 2 |
grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
Beth I can't get out of your bed it's 1, it's 2, it's 6 am another night without rest god and I'm still pinning down my urge to **** you I have to wonder what the guys at work are wondering circles under my eyes, broad smile on my face its got to show its worth the waste of my time you still make me beg to see you dammit, you can be so mean sometimes but my skin feels so alive beneath your clever skinny fingers You're so god damn crazy you make me laugh just like a kid I never was one for moderation but I'm almost overliving this Beth I can't get out of my mind these circle doubts dizzying up the aftermath if I wasn't so infatuated with you, if it didn't mean as much to lose you I wouldn't bother, but I'm hoping more than unspoken salient needs you have the answers dormant, simply waiting for their cue in my head, revolving: nights of sleeping on your chest, legs tangled; in your mouth barely breathing; your head on my shoulder, rain splashing down… And now sleeping so soft beside me, little silly smile on your face Try to unstitch myself from your body, bedclothes; the questions that desecrate this secret sanctuary Kiss on your forehead eyes and hands In an hour when I miss you, Beth, I'll be mad about you all day, once again Ever more searching for my clandestine remedy God, any excuse to stay |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
usually prose does not touch me...but this one did...thank you for sharing it ------------------ i never call a poem "nice" or such, for that would not be saying much |
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