daunted by Indigo Tempestaendless days of creation thwarted by existing. i forgot the color of your eyes again today. i mean that i thought of them. and i didn't know but that they have flecks of yellow. i thought of you and your body, you moving, standing still. arms crooked, one hand to chin, to listen. you - sliding down a wall to sit. controlled motion; i thought of you pulling me, skin to skin, in bed, stronger than presumed; that feeling like a catapult. these are endless days and nights of meaning and unmeaning. hazy blackness of somehow clarity fades into sheer fear as we see one another. and i know this is you, and i know me, and i know i might stumble in this thing. i am thwarted by existing, by our proximity and our distance. you are thwarted by the existence of time. these days of creation are understood to be real, understood to be real, i understand that yes, there is truth between us but i am thwarted by existing in proximity to you; daunted by the thought of me in you. 01/05/2004 Posted on 01/06/2004 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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