confessions after midnight ( i should learn quiet) by Olivia Weinkeinit's hard to make any sense
when you are face down in
rumpled bed sheets rolling last
week's confessions around on your
tongue.
and i say i have never been so cold
as this, i have never been so hot
it is hard for him to understand,
too busy pushing me into corners
i'm finding it harder to escape from.
once, i would have eaten him.
and i say i am the big dipper and i
will not stop for air until i've broken
every star in your sky.
and he smiles.
always smiles because he knows as well as i
that i've never been that strong.
05/13/2004 Author's Note: ughhh writers block.
Posted on 05/14/2004 Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
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Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/16/04 at 05:29 PM me too, with the caps (although, i very rarely use caps)... this is incredible... slightly twisted, darker poetry... with a touch of love... makes my head swim... blessings... |
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