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your silk skirts are ragged tonight.
there are spirits on your breath
and spite on your lips
and all the glitter has been rubbed away from your eyes.
i shouldn't be surprised that
the scuffs on your skin
grow more livid by the night
or that other men have discovered your spine-secrets,
the ones i thought might be hidden in the dark.
i shouldn't be surprised that
the whispers i traced round your hips
are worth nothing
compared to the fervent signatures
your other lovers left,
the scrawl of their bones on yours.
and i shouldn't be caught off guard
when i remember that
we are an echo, a murmur,
a promise shattered -
that my sheets have never known you
and i'm left grasping at the emptiness beside me
because never once have i woken
and found you there.
but the saving grace belongs to me.
i can always remember to forget that
you belong to whoever bids highest
and when you're slipping beneath my skin
with those sly seaglass eyes
and cello's curves
your secrets are mine
and i am left wanting for nothing.
there are spirits on your breath
and spite on your lips
and all the glitter has been rubbed away from your eyes.
i shouldn't be surprised that
the scuffs on your skin
grow more livid by the night
or that other men have discovered your spine-secrets,
the ones i thought might be hidden in the dark.
i shouldn't be surprised that
the whispers i traced round your hips
are worth nothing
compared to the fervent signatures
your other lovers left,
the scrawl of their bones on yours.
and i shouldn't be caught off guard
when i remember that
we are an echo, a murmur,
a promise shattered -
that my sheets have never known you
and i'm left grasping at the emptiness beside me
because never once have i woken
and found you there.
but the saving grace belongs to me.
i can always remember to forget that
you belong to whoever bids highest
and when you're slipping beneath my skin
with those sly seaglass eyes
and cello's curves
your secrets are mine
and i am left wanting for nothing.
Literature
Mom
Mommy
Do you realize how much I love you?
Do you know how lost I would be without you?
Even if it seems at times....
That I am distant...
Cold...
That I don't care...
Thats not the truth...
Because the truth is...
You are the one and only,
person, place or thing,
that matters to me...
in the whole wide world.
and if anything ever happend to you
I don't think that I could go on without you
So please mom...
Never foget that I love you
Literature
A Kingdom Home
We bare fruit from this tree of childhood memories.
The door is still open if we ever dare to return.
Our home within the leaves, the thread to our seams.
Wherever the stars blessed you with a landing,
May we both be standing staring at the sky,
Thinking. Of the home in our hearts.
Of a kingdom never dying. We breathe the,
cautious air as the world around us appears,
To be breaking. Trembling and shaking.
With desperation we march through a valley,
Constantly changing and the wars they keep,
Waging. Distance stands between us, yet we both,
Fight for an ending.
When all the doors open to banish the evil,
Is where the heart will open to the
Literature
Letter to the Mother
Mom,
how can you throw me out
saying you want me to stay?
How can you ground me at home
and still push me away?
Why can't you tell me: "I'm proud"?
Instead of: "You're not good enough".
You're angry with me when I'm sad,
You punish me when I laugh.
Why do I have to be perfect?
"You have to be better than 'them'"!
Is it too much to ask,
to love me the way that I am?
And yet you still ask yourself:
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The imagery is INTENSE. I love it. You paint such a dramatic picture!
"the whispers i traced round your hips
are worth nothing
compared to the fervent signatures
your other lovers left,
the scrawl of their bones on yours."
That's my favorite part.
"the whispers i traced round your hips
are worth nothing
compared to the fervent signatures
your other lovers left,
the scrawl of their bones on yours."
That's my favorite part.