In one hundred words or less
I try to explain
that feeling you give me
I just can't get away from
fizzing in my blood, stretching my skin
I am all eroticism and cold outer space
the wild, chaotic bloom of revolution
you are the earth, the air, the water, the howl
I walk up to the edge and stand still
You don't have time to wait, go on without me
I careen between bliss and confusion
Following the hard way, still
I cannot escape your voice
your fingerprints burned onto my thigh
In this state I can't even count to 100
ReplyDeleteI'm already pacing half way back across the distance between us.
And everything burns,
To an ash mixed with sugar
I wear it to cover my true face
cover my embarrassment
at how the little you give
means so much to me.
Both well written
ReplyDeletei give an A+ and an A+
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your breath in my direction, the swirl of a laugh, i of the storm, what it means is a matter of perception-
ReplyDeletehow do you take a joke?
oh, it's true. I try out simple words, trying to exorcise you. taking time, looking all too serious when I am really in the clouds. you prefer the light side, and I try not to rain on your game
what I think and what is aren't always on the same plane.
what could this possibly mean?