Stay up and hear how nothing sounds,
It's written in the lines of pencil scratches and paper crumpling,
Ideas can be sorted through faster than a box of trash on Storage Wars,
and we can sift the dirt from our piles of gold,
just to hear how this nothing sounds.
It's worth the ounce of precious metal found in the same pan as you cooked dinner that one time in a hotel room,
Burnt bacon has never tasted so bad before.
Stay up with me lover,
and hear the sound of my breathe fading away,
of sentences getting shorter,
And words somehow finding a way to ground themselves to your mind more than any other memory.
Stay up with me as I reread all of your texts,
I miss when we said I love you at 4 am.
Stay up with me,
And read all the things I never said.
Like,
I love the way your head fits on my shoulder,
and the way my hand gets hot when I want to hold your hand.
It's like the lack of sleep let us ignore a lot.
Stay up with me lover,
Your company is appreciated.
When I'm alone I get sad.
I don't like being sad.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Love Potion #9
So many things I couldn't ask you then, with my lips locked to yours, holding secrets to kiss and tell, But if I could, it would've been something of a song, with questions trilling up the measures of time we had so fast, I'd have had to stagger breath ''I love you' s" just to keep you around,
You said just ask you anything,
Maybe now you could finally tell me everything?
First, tell me something to make me laugh, that terrible witch cackle I used to whenever you looked at me, the one you used to love
Second, could you write ma an 80's love song, something you could've learned to love back when you were learning to love me?
Do you remember our first date? Rambunctious dinner with your parents, and the theatre, alone in the back row, where I finally could say I love you with more than a gaze
Answer what you saw in my eyes? Was it some vague darkness, a bland brown, were you note even looking there, or maybe it was d) the momentary "love of your life?"
If there was an always and forever, how sure were you we'd be together?
When water condenses, and my reflection blurs, how much truth was left to say I was yours?
Spell love backwards and what do you get? Something close to evolve, and on that note, what were we evolving into? Please give me some examples,
Drip ink down your wrists that burn for sensation and sign my name,
Doodle us so hard, that the memory of me will sink into you, become a scar in your very blood, and keep pulsing to your heart,
Raise your wrists high in spiritual validation that you had me,
List your biggest fears, joys, regrets, and blessings-
How many times was I on each, and what does it all add up to?
When you graduated, was I supposed to smile, knowing you were only going to be mine for a little while?
What would it have cost to leave this two star town? I didn't care that it was more than we had in dimes and gift cards, because I was still willing to try
"When I am with you, I am________?" Please only say infinite,
You were honest, true or false?
Did you know how much I loved you? Did you see it in my eyes when you left?
Could you read it hanging on my tongue, or better yet, hear my heart beating steadfast like the appassionata for what I thought we were, something ambivalent and timeless,
Finally, I just have to ask,
Why didn't you hear my heart stop?
You said just ask you anything,
Maybe now you could finally tell me everything?
First, tell me something to make me laugh, that terrible witch cackle I used to whenever you looked at me, the one you used to love
Second, could you write ma an 80's love song, something you could've learned to love back when you were learning to love me?
Do you remember our first date? Rambunctious dinner with your parents, and the theatre, alone in the back row, where I finally could say I love you with more than a gaze
Answer what you saw in my eyes? Was it some vague darkness, a bland brown, were you note even looking there, or maybe it was d) the momentary "love of your life?"
If there was an always and forever, how sure were you we'd be together?
When water condenses, and my reflection blurs, how much truth was left to say I was yours?
Spell love backwards and what do you get? Something close to evolve, and on that note, what were we evolving into? Please give me some examples,
Drip ink down your wrists that burn for sensation and sign my name,
Doodle us so hard, that the memory of me will sink into you, become a scar in your very blood, and keep pulsing to your heart,
Raise your wrists high in spiritual validation that you had me,
List your biggest fears, joys, regrets, and blessings-
How many times was I on each, and what does it all add up to?
When you graduated, was I supposed to smile, knowing you were only going to be mine for a little while?
What would it have cost to leave this two star town? I didn't care that it was more than we had in dimes and gift cards, because I was still willing to try
"When I am with you, I am________?" Please only say infinite,
You were honest, true or false?
Did you know how much I loved you? Did you see it in my eyes when you left?
Could you read it hanging on my tongue, or better yet, hear my heart beating steadfast like the appassionata for what I thought we were, something ambivalent and timeless,
Finally, I just have to ask,
Why didn't you hear my heart stop?
Three Months and One Night
Hot and bothered in the moment of consumption, consequence is enclosed by a steam of harlequin and pheromones sucks onto your skin
Giggles jotting with the steps, keeping pace in pitch
Mirrors reflecting momentary finger fumblings and predatory advances into the sordid stall,
Slam!
She's pinned to the wall, eyes succumbing to a close in rapture, swooning in a seductive want for more,
Gymnast legs, wrapping around you so expertly and limber she could beast Lucan for the gold, as she squeezes out every inch of space between you, until your 98.6 is running into her 10.0
Warm, blood flushed lips leaving moist imprints and swollen bruises on your neck, leaving every inch of you wanting her,
Some seven inches more
The girls wants bold, she wants capture,
You, young ring-leader, to tame her with the whip of your tongue and the thrust of something can't hang on lines anymore, but stands erect at the promise of what's in front of you
Slippery fingers glide through baggy pants, and hips arch in unison, willing them to come undone at your touch
You can feel a rhythm between you, something more connected than the swap of tongues or the pulsing blood,
But that feeling of serendipitous union is broken as she pulls on her pants, and charges cavalier back into the bar with less than a salute to you or your "captain",
Three months late after 'the sex' mind you, that's just a guess-timation,"
Casually sending cliche lingo and acronyms, OMG, LOL to your new honey- -still in new- moon phase, loafers pouncing through the big apple as though they stole the pitter-patter from the rain, past a health clinic,
Sounds of alarm ring through your body, and sirens serenade the street,
Look at the temple of sexual identity and what do you see?
Gold primer covering ashen vacancy with only drug whores and society pity cases to revel in it's past,
"Welcome to the Family Center,"
The humanity in you sends some sort of morale through the nervous system, swelling you with the most vulnerable form of compassion- worry, for another
Stretchers hobble brute over the steep steps, towing away another '1 in a million girl' beyond saving, doing what she felt she had to,
Reflex eyes open to catch one last sight, and they wander over you,
You know this girl! You know her body and her blood-flow better than the bar you met her in
Passion killed Beauty because the Beast didn't know how to thwart her charms;
Or better yet, because he only knew how to swing a sword, but not a damn shield,
But Beauty brought this upon herself too! She could've said know at any kiss,
Who cares though right?
She's just another face nobody would miss
Giggles jotting with the steps, keeping pace in pitch
Mirrors reflecting momentary finger fumblings and predatory advances into the sordid stall,
Slam!
She's pinned to the wall, eyes succumbing to a close in rapture, swooning in a seductive want for more,
Gymnast legs, wrapping around you so expertly and limber she could beast Lucan for the gold, as she squeezes out every inch of space between you, until your 98.6 is running into her 10.0
Warm, blood flushed lips leaving moist imprints and swollen bruises on your neck, leaving every inch of you wanting her,
Some seven inches more
The girls wants bold, she wants capture,
You, young ring-leader, to tame her with the whip of your tongue and the thrust of something can't hang on lines anymore, but stands erect at the promise of what's in front of you
Slippery fingers glide through baggy pants, and hips arch in unison, willing them to come undone at your touch
You can feel a rhythm between you, something more connected than the swap of tongues or the pulsing blood,
But that feeling of serendipitous union is broken as she pulls on her pants, and charges cavalier back into the bar with less than a salute to you or your "captain",
Three months late after 'the sex' mind you, that's just a guess-timation,"
Casually sending cliche lingo and acronyms, OMG, LOL to your new honey- -still in new- moon phase, loafers pouncing through the big apple as though they stole the pitter-patter from the rain, past a health clinic,
Sounds of alarm ring through your body, and sirens serenade the street,
Look at the temple of sexual identity and what do you see?
Gold primer covering ashen vacancy with only drug whores and society pity cases to revel in it's past,
"Welcome to the Family Center,"
The humanity in you sends some sort of morale through the nervous system, swelling you with the most vulnerable form of compassion- worry, for another
Stretchers hobble brute over the steep steps, towing away another '1 in a million girl' beyond saving, doing what she felt she had to,
Reflex eyes open to catch one last sight, and they wander over you,
You know this girl! You know her body and her blood-flow better than the bar you met her in
Passion killed Beauty because the Beast didn't know how to thwart her charms;
Or better yet, because he only knew how to swing a sword, but not a damn shield,
But Beauty brought this upon herself too! She could've said know at any kiss,
Who cares though right?
She's just another face nobody would miss
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