Monday, April 11, 2011

Hungry days and Horny Nights

I see you
Perched precariously
On a little gargoyle
Seamlessly floating
Against the blue blue wind.

If you were a canvas, I'd paint you foreverblue and throw in some fevicol for effect.

I see you
Hourglass in hand
Eyes shut to the dreaming
Drowning
In the blackness that is your soul.

And a single flame burns, while I wait, night after crimson night, songs falling from a listless heart.

I see you
Flailing body, swaying
To a rainy beat
Pitter patter
Your feet tremble.

Aren't we lucky you have a magic wand that goes pop?

I see you
Peeping in from the other end
Of your skewed pair
Of looking glasses
Pensive and brown

And I pretend to not watch when you're dying in your box.

3 comments:

pure said...

lucky, indeed

nice.

Tinker Belle said...

Wow.

Sach! said...

speechless!

*ditto feelings* ! :) :)