Black Sheets
Standing in the doorway
of my subconscious
(silver dustlove lust fingers in my mouth)
You were
never
so beautiful
god-like in your
dark organza beautiful smile
(I know you from somewhere)
My
black sheets would wrap
around you
so sexy in the morning
afterglow of saturday nights
(you smell like vintage attic memories)
I trace you with my eyes closed
I know your curves.
Moonlight climbs through you
I watch your irridescent breath
Until dawn starts us
all over again.
posted by MearaOnTheWall @ 11/25/2004 01:50:00 AM
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KNOCK... KNOCK
Here I stand steadfast, cold and wet,
Clouds of breadth gently emerge before my eyes.
The frigid rain stings every pore
Dripping from hair tips
Plummeting to the ground floor
Staring blankly at the lifeless door,
To wonder why I brought myself here.
Each passing second grows slower
Beginning to wonder and doubt
While my wild heart beats faster.
Dreams and fantasies flash before my eyes
Of your penetrating eyes and captivating smile
Each painful memory tears me apart
All have been engraved in my mind
And stained upon my heart.
I long just to sit and be with you
To show how much you mean to me
To catch you when you fall
To go wherever you will go
To take the chance and risk it all
Snapping back to reality
Tears mix with the frigid rain
Rolling down my numb red cheek.
Every knock more painful than the first
As each waning second grows bleak.
Here I remain longing for an answer
As the rain beats down on me.
Straining for a sound,
Begging for a sign,
That you’ll eventually come around.
-141614
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