Music has become my home
Words, loves, lyrics, heat,
All construct my walls.
I miss the days when I had no tether.
I wish the arc of the coin did not define me.
The darkness of the moon can make a girl cry
If she is not careful.

He flicked me on and off,
Like I was a cheap lamp.
He made me up and down,
Like a simple doll.
He rolled me like
I was a pair of die,
But never yielding a prize.

And oh my, are lady love’s legs long,
Her hair a tangle of lies.
She opens and closes her eyes,
With a flick of laughter;
Watch out...

I wanted you for my home.
Sex, lies, passion, love
Being my walls,
Never coming down.
I’d curl into your palm,
My faith in you lurking right
Under my eye lids.
I still ache for you when the air
Tastes just right.

Now I am making messages,
Burning aces on fire,
Smelling the scent of love.
Permanently, your hands left trails
I cannot erase.
Burning sage only does so much
My lungs cannot take this burnt air forever.

I still breathe you when I am asleep;
For that is the only time I can let myself slide.

04/15/2005

Author's Note: "I've been told not to fall in love, stand with intention, and only fall when I must." Raining Jane

Posted on 04/15/2005
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