You are
no more now than the spaces between the letters of your name
Cramped together in suffocating proximity
Or drifting apart in whirlwinds of empty time and space
It is all the same
I thought bricks would make stepping stones to climb
But they only hold us down
Sinking us into the cool depths of yesteryears and dreams
As we try
so hard to rhyme
Tongues
twist and roll in the back of our mouth
Holding
back words and puns and turbulence
And we
look into hooded eyes
Trying
to shout
We
should have licked
Tender lips
and left
Raw
skin is better kissed
And
left unspelt
shouldn't read you first thing in the morning. shouldn't read you first thing in the morning. shouldn't read you first thing in the morning. shouldn't read you first thing in the morning.
ReplyDeletenow i will be haunted into a metaphysical trance all day.
and yes this was detention.
btw, Raw skin is better kissed
And left unspelt. kickass.
Agreed. Shouldn't read me first thing in the morning :)And thank you.
Deleteoh no no. the pleasure, is mine. to read and then to be amazed. :)
Deletei have a certain piece i have written that needs a critique through your eyes on. may i dare ask?
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