A few random ideas…unfinished
// June 7th, 2010 // No Comments » // The Arts
I could lie in bed all day
tracing your lips and touching your face
Have we gone too far
for this to be all that we are?
My finger goes a walking, and your open smile, it follows
to satisfy the itches that I haven’t learned to find
And my fingers do the walking
While your body does the talking…
***
Carseats and bedsheets
backstreets and baths
blindfolds and bloodstains
ice cubes and mind games
***
I’m feeling the hot tears
roll down my cheeks into my ears
and I can hear you only faintly
Just enough to know you hate me
now
and I feel the breath
of each word
but I know I’ve only half heard
what I told myself Id have to face
and find the strength to leave this place
But Oh
These words are still your voice
I make this choice
and I will never see your eyes
as they look back at me, don’t lie
you don’t mean it
This fight that you have joked about
I’m choking now
on what I should have said, But I just
laughed along instead
***
I’ll let them love me to my bones
And in the morning, be alone
With me lips, my hips, my ribs and thighs
But at least I’ll still have pretty eyes
***
My head hurts when I think of it
Like trying to imagine a forever and ever and ever…
***
And you gave me cardboard cutouts
With finger-painted suits and noses
Jewelry boxes with cerial box rings
And milk crates filled with paper roses
We’re snuggling into crunchy leaves
And building bears from melted snow
Racing to bed before we get caught
and blue-tack buttons, Cause I can’t sew