have
left our summers behind
Takes
my mind to the sweetest sea shore
She
sell sea shells there
As
boats casts their sails to the sky
Time
cast veils over childhood eyes
Lady
luna lit come to me
Comon
and show me where you are
Open
your underlined eyes
comon
and kiss me
and
kiss me again
The
stroke of you
and
the look of you
is
only upstaged by
the
absence of you
and
the crows caw-caw are
leaving
our summers behind
so
kiss me
Cut
the veils of my shadowed mind
then
kiss me again
Play
in the underbrush
in
land with our strange foundations
Or
will we just kiss
and
kiss again
Could
I express?
the
horror in the belly of this beast
I
could express
how
I pressed your tears from under your eyes
befor they
dropped upon the floor
Raindrop
rythem of the sirens song of
the
caw-cawing crows of my childhood eyes
When
I felt the sun aglow behind her sighs
Left
me wretched
Hide
me among the sirens deathly song
to
lure you to the rocks beside me
...
If
I had a second of hope
I
would crack myself wide open
And
not conceal, the trembleing of my chest
Open
myself to you, spill my soul on city streets
Full
of the blood of others befor
(how
many more a thousand times befor?)
Washed
away as you danced in the rain
I
pushed the drops from out your eyes
The
sirens raindrop rythem
as
you came in close with your lips...
Under
the exclusion
A strange
kiss,
of
the morning sun
In the sun
aglow behind
Surrounded
by another strange rain
Breaking the
raindrop rythem
I
can once again take sanctuary
Of slowly
exhausting clouds
in
my shadowed mind
The
elements whipped up
Calling
voices from strange lands
Your
face erased by a breath
As
do my own words
As I
get older I can see
And
the featherly flow of cigarettes
The
pictures that you showed me
Smoke
and coffee droughts
And I
lied mine next to you
Pass
around my skull in halos
Under moonlit
sky and fire
Your
body is just discourse
That waxed by
night
Each
line rolles off my tounge
As I showed
you a picture
You
say I'm lying and I say of course
As we mixed
our wine
I
lied to get next to you
With
rainshowers and rosewater
I
will never write a poem to a flower or a tree
I showed you
a picture
I'm
stupid, not a bore
Blood upon
the fountainsteps
And
laughter is my philter
I showed you
a picture
Deeply
mixed with rosewater and wine
Of
corpustular tracks receding
as
the cawing summer crows fly by
knowing they
will never meet
And
I ask you to kiss me
As crows
caw-caw with carrion eyes
Holding
the pictures you gave me
I showed you
a picture
Of
madiens in morning glories erupting in the light
Beast riding
beast
Ah
such meager clothing but feelings charged
Driven by the
razors flash
As
they stand in the foreground
I showed you
a picture
Of
the rising sun
I layed it
down lying by line
But
there is one in the shadows waiting for it set
Inflate my
cheeks and stick my tounge
Her
fresh skin cascaded by
Dry your eyes
and wish upon
Sweet
breezes and dandylion eruptions
A dandylion
and dry your teary eyes
That
only make her
And hope to
help you
-smile-
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