GIFTS
My body called you this morning, I woke to a room full of breathe and I swear, I tasted your scent in my mouth. My eyes were blurred by the gifts of your form And my cheeks, fully stretched. You know how I can't draw a cup, right? My fingers had written in hieroglyphs Each of my fantasies all over the sheet and each period was you. You once called me a performer, And all I heard was the only audience I needed. Last month I didn't dial your number once And I haven't read any Art of war that prepared me for that. I don't smile each morning lately and my demons are seated on each face I meet, But your smile in my memories cleanses me enough to still catch some sleep I had a difficult night at the bar yesternight. But the 5 minutes I spent On the spot you once placed your beer And with entitlement you inquired 'Why don't I love you anymore?' Washed it all away. I don't remember my deeply thought through well structured answer, But I ...
love never changes. its bounderies are still at creation's mark. we might try to twist and color outside the line but we only kid ourselves.
ReplyDeleteION your posts of late... i think i am getting a crush. write a few more so that it can be confirmed *grins*
very true. If there was ever an incentive to pen my shit out, awaiting the confirmation. Didn't know you were into love write-ups...half the time am looking for more entertaining topics.
ReplyDeleteLaughs where the person is not actually smilling they jus lol n sneer at the back
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