June 8, 08
Moulding to unfit waves
The blown glass liquid
Shaped by your burning
Lips to hands to fingers.
You made it first red,
The colour of the dress
I wore when we met
Lips to lips hand to hand
Then added silver,
Which reminded you
Of the night we danced
Hip to hip foot to foot
Once more you finished,
Another masterpiece
Which reminded you of
Fist against my cheeks.
I praised it lightly,
Knowing you already knew,
How much I loved it.
Fist against my cheeks.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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