yesterday i spun a tale
cynical about love
clutching each thin strand
saying i'd never lead you out again
that was a lie
time still slows
at the command of your smile
sometimes i dream running
a pace set to a song
you are strumming across
the strings of my soul
an old song made new
in a rush of blood
from my shuddering heart
it breaks free from encircling bark
just let my warm hand
brush across your rough stony cheek
and make it flesh again
fingers graze across lips
brow rests on brow
grey blue lost in blue
boy
drop your bow
and kiss me
no one
(not even you)
craves solitude.
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ReplyDeletethanks for the love, if you want to write some poems for the blog we would love to have ya! send me an email at alexander.arm.maki@gmail.com and we shall get you set up!
tigi, this poem is great. not used to this side of you, but it really really works. thanks!
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
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