A Life

He was 6"4 and a charming delight,
on the eye I mean, not in the lingo -
all slap-arse and tongue in cheek.
Fuck knows how it happened,
whether it was walking down a street
or between meeting places on the square,
whether his fair ways curved my eye
or whether he was sly in his matters of persuading.
Goodness knows it was never planned
and the heart fanned over the idea for half the year
for dear, sweet, fears of broken vessels
and the mess that could or might be made.
He paid his respects over dinner, without spectacles
and, from my perspective, good eyesight is important.
While sleeping soundly in my bed,
the thoughts delivered themselves to my head after reading
and planting seeds of slapped arses and tongue in cheek humour
the rumour built within me that perhaps a feeling was growing. Yes, growing while it was snowing outside the window pane, and the snowing grew to knowing, yes, knowing that he was what I needed -
at least my body told me so
as I closed my eyes and felt the glow
from the south to the north from the north to south
and it lingered like a buzzing
fuzzing over any doubt
until I could honestly spout
how the prospect in my thighs
felt just as good behind my eyes
and the idea of his face
was something I could place in the future of my plans,
yes, any future I could scan he could be there
and it was fair and it was optimum and premium and almost a Godly existence. Yes, after his persistence the words were out and singing
as Scrooge on Christmas morn
and as the dawn began to rise I ran to his dorm and told him how my body mourned for him
although it had never felt him
and he satisfied my need
and oh my, did he feed my appetite
for the light
became the day and the day became the night and in his bed we stayed and in my head he stayed and there, in my honest soul, I was content and rested.

Unfulfilled



What you give are infinite amounts of black and white
but I need blinding yellows, blazing reds or even bottomless blues

With you I parade around only in this courtyard
but I want to jump into canyons and swim across the sea

My senses stay tame beside you
I survive eating the straw you provide
but the nutrients I need come from lead

The feel of you is always lukewarm
But I want to feel the Artic chill or volcanic heat

Your smell is that of water to me
but I want a scent I can't refuse

Your repetitive words sound like evening traffic
but I want to hear breaking news

With you my reflection is that of a inching caterpillar
but I yearn for it to be as free as a butterfly

I confess my undying love to you with extreme blatance
And the only response that i get, is you saying "patience"?
What the fuck is this game that youre playing?
Keep me on the side of your life forever longing and waiting?
I wish that my heart and my head could communicate better
Instead they send messages in the form of lost letters
My feeling for you has been there exactly the same
Lost in a place between my heart and my brain
holding so strong it cant be swallowed or forgotten
gripping my life, squeezes harder, wont soften
If i could just find in me, where its roots hold up tight
I would gladly tear it out and then remove it from sight
Nightly reminded of our past, our connection so strong
Makes my nights take forever, my days increasingly long
So allow me to find it, the place where love hides
So i can rip it out of me, and move on with my life

hey, just realized this.
congrats facepaint and lia-cookie.
loved the concept and hope to
have more like this. x