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Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

0 posted 2001-03-29 05:54 AM

So I love you
While you sit in the glow
If there is any
And how do I glow
But in "You Love Me Too"
Questions
Thoughts and answers
All abide by the forbidden rule
That they not be asked or acted upon
Lest if fool us into thinking
That the questions have to be doubts
Because they don't have to be doubts
Do they?
Me
A forever floating fool of love
And endless possibilities of faith tests
I don't have my head anymore
Its in your corner of the world
And you're doing things with it
Whether you lay it aside
Or whether you play emotional basketball with it
Although I don't know what that means
Emotional basketball
I just know that while my head is with you
I'm up within your love
Then sunk in a net of fears of my own self making.
Rambling insomnia moments
I tried to sleep
Really I did,
But maybe the alcohol is becoming a habit?
I laugh
Only two or three days and its a habit already?
It could be you know
In this state
Of mind
Of countless people and new traffic laws
The traffic laws of life, my Love.
Thats what I meant to say
While my thoughts release themselve
And form choppy sentences of thought
And love filled moments of
"I'm doing it again, being weak" moments.
How did you get me?
Did I give myself to you?
Did you give yourself to me?
I don't know
But I don't think so,
So I still don't know
I believe I have a part of you
Which is all I'm allowed
And not allowed that
At that.
So earlier tonight
Or was it this morning?
(my mind too fuzzy to know)
The last drop drained from a cold glass
And I called it a night
Hoping I could make it back up the stairs
To listen to your voice
Snoring
Well, it was lovely to hear you at all,
So I can't really complain
And I'm not
Complaining that is.
You see though
Now I'm falling when I was uplifted
Because I'm wondering my questions
And there are too damn many of them.
So, I try to quell them
With liquid intoxication and rambling word poems.
And now
Only one more question
The final ending question
Before I say hello to my pillow again.
Why complicate an "I love you" moment?

In the worst of times, let me drift beneath the cloak of Oblivion. I favor the night as it favors me.