Frozen, salted, down forever my dream profession hanging ever-so out of reach but somehow it's fine And your silk motif is great, but not for me another night I lay, uninspired by your kisses and easy movements your sparkling Italian eyes and promises of relief and release When just for the risk of something better, I'd cut my breath short and lose it cause in my off mind I can take it When lives shift and persons chance your jaw drops likes plaster a broken clay child but the moon is on my side and I know the difference Oh I quite enjoy your lyrical tongue, however dim for fresh green tears seven on the laminate and tile Kleenexed feet I fade into myself and despite the volume by which I live my life sleep soundly .
Very interesting piece. This poem reminds me of a sigh, a sigh of pain and at the same time, a sigh of relief. It seems that you getting stuff off your chest by mentioning them and dismissing the thought. Correct me if I'm wrong, please. Anywho, I wanted to say that I like your work. Please post more so I can try to analyze them and you correct me. Peace and love
I cannot even believe you got that! I was just writing a jumble of stuff that was on my mind at the time (like the silk motif and italian eyes were dropped in there because I'm very much slowing my consumerism/dependence on shopping for useless goods to make me feel happy), and had come to the conclusion that no one would understand anything I was talking about Thank you for the beautiful compliments, and I'll definitely post here more in the future
