fulmah
05-06-2005, 12:38 AM
Harsh light from high-beam in oncoming lane
had my palm up in an attempt to block
and imagine if I came blazing that way,
she’d think I was the second coming
and get down on her knees, pray,
ask forgiveness for her sins,
and not dare make eye contact.
Dazzling things, after all, attract;
and now there’s an Italian girl
with loose intoxicating curls
asking about aphrodisiacs
and, “do I want to come up?”
“Well, yeah, long as you’ve got
a circle-circle, dot-dot…”
Cos the chemical fire forming
from our heavy breath’s combination
allows intense heart-throbbing fuck
shoulders behind the knees
heavenly deep kinda shit.
I mean, you know
how conditions turn surreal,
where your brain files (frame by frame)
amplified audio/visuals?
Reality’s conditional, hogtied,
captive to a universal chaos.
Consider that otherworldly event:
what should’ve been thirty minutes
went for all the night, and now
we’ve split spent-desire’s slick skin
and you’re wearing devil eyes
while the sunrise behind the blinds
coats the room in crimson color.
I can’t call it soul-mates meeting
or anything beyond fortuity,
I’m no lady-killer,
we’ve just chemistry.
*formerly titled "second coming" until this revision. hopefully it will be performed spoken word style once I write some music for it. the original is located here: http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=66145
had my palm up in an attempt to block
and imagine if I came blazing that way,
she’d think I was the second coming
and get down on her knees, pray,
ask forgiveness for her sins,
and not dare make eye contact.
Dazzling things, after all, attract;
and now there’s an Italian girl
with loose intoxicating curls
asking about aphrodisiacs
and, “do I want to come up?”
“Well, yeah, long as you’ve got
a circle-circle, dot-dot…”
Cos the chemical fire forming
from our heavy breath’s combination
allows intense heart-throbbing fuck
shoulders behind the knees
heavenly deep kinda shit.
I mean, you know
how conditions turn surreal,
where your brain files (frame by frame)
amplified audio/visuals?
Reality’s conditional, hogtied,
captive to a universal chaos.
Consider that otherworldly event:
what should’ve been thirty minutes
went for all the night, and now
we’ve split spent-desire’s slick skin
and you’re wearing devil eyes
while the sunrise behind the blinds
coats the room in crimson color.
I can’t call it soul-mates meeting
or anything beyond fortuity,
I’m no lady-killer,
we’ve just chemistry.
*formerly titled "second coming" until this revision. hopefully it will be performed spoken word style once I write some music for it. the original is located here: http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=66145