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Missed Me
He was back in the dark alleys of rainfall,
And I
Touched with the tips of my fingers
Every lamppost I passed by.
He tilted his head;
Called for me to come closer.
Perhaps it was the swinging of my skirt -
The fabric creating poetic lies of dances
And
Falling to the floor.
Revealing skin untouched.
Perhaps it was these eyes,
Or these lips -
Unkissed and spitting fire,
This body -
Like it knows things
And have known for a while.
(It knows not a damn thing.)
And I have reached him again,
And I bend my body to his;
And we breathe out in mists,
Exhaled the verses we missed.
Everything wrong
is everything you can't fix
With a whistle,
With a blow,
With a kiss.
And I have my mind to mend,
And he has his women to bed.
And we know there is nothing like the
Crimson of my lips,
Crimson of his blood from battle wounds.
And the blue of the music,
And the blue of our souls.
The silver moonlight of our nights,
The deceptive white of a piece of paper or a bed sheet.
(Nothing like
The lavender
And lilac of me.)
We are a breathless mural
On a wall of a hotel room stuck in time,
Beside these black and white photographs locked
In sorrow and ecstasy.
And we
Shall crumble with it.
And the heart must have its armor
For the gunshot that might come -
That there may be nothing,
Nothing at all to find
At the end of a kiss.
(Or at the end of love.)
Missed Me by The Dresden Dolls : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5jtmIddb7k
And I
Touched with the tips of my fingers
Every lamppost I passed by.
He tilted his head;
Called for me to come closer.
Perhaps it was the swinging of my skirt -
The fabric creating poetic lies of dances
And
Falling to the floor.
Revealing skin untouched.
Perhaps it was these eyes,
Or these lips -
Unkissed and spitting fire,
This body -
Like it knows things
And have known for a while.
(It knows not a damn thing.)
And I have reached him again,
And I bend my body to his;
And we breathe out in mists,
Exhaled the verses we missed.
Everything wrong
is everything you can't fix
With a whistle,
With a blow,
With a kiss.
And I have my mind to mend,
And he has his women to bed.
And we know there is nothing like the
Crimson of my lips,
Crimson of his blood from battle wounds.
And the blue of the music,
And the blue of our souls.
The silver moonlight of our nights,
The deceptive white of a piece of paper or a bed sheet.
(Nothing like
The lavender
And lilac of me.)
We are a breathless mural
On a wall of a hotel room stuck in time,
Beside these black and white photographs locked
In sorrow and ecstasy.
And we
Shall crumble with it.
And the heart must have its armor
For the gunshot that might come -
That there may be nothing,
Nothing at all to find
At the end of a kiss.
(Or at the end of love.)
Missed Me by The Dresden Dolls : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5jtmIddb7k
Published 25th Apr 2017
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25th Apr 2017 7:11pm
29th Apr 2017 8:45am
26th Apr 2017 10:56am
must be Bogart & Bacall, they'd be at home here;
maybe it missed you but it got us right between the eyes, C.,
& danced us to the end of love.
this is beautiful, this is noir...
maybe it missed you but it got us right between the eyes, C.,
& danced us to the end of love.
this is beautiful, this is noir...
Thank you, John. :) And yes, this image is from Dark Passage, I believe, of Bogie and Bacall.
I'm not really sure if it hit or missed; I don't even know where I am. But still, there could be beautiful things in nowhere...
As always, I appreciate your words. - C
I'm not really sure if it hit or missed; I don't even know where I am. But still, there could be beautiful things in nowhere...
As always, I appreciate your words. - C
28th Apr 2017 3:46am
Inspiration born of great music,
and the perfect artwork to go with it.
Beautiful from begging to end...
and the perfect artwork to go with it.
Beautiful from begging to end...
29th Apr 2017 8:52am
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15th Jul 2017 5:18am
Anonymous
1st May 2017 5:11am
It is is a joy to experience your words, you bring us into your world.
How engaging!
How engaging!
15th Jul 2017 5:19am
Anonymous
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