it's like a gurggling stomach...
when acid rests uneasily
bubbling uncontrolably
climbing up tubes meant to go down
like play ground slides
that spiral around making us dizzy
before we touch the ground.
and she asks me why...
why does everything you say sound like a lie?
but i breathed her in like i absorb the sun
and everytime i got too close
i burned.
my skin blistered up, and my lungs caught fire,
but she still stood there
beautiful and motionless.
i could feel her radiating and my eyes
couldn't take it all in.
i didn't know-
i didn't believe-
that her breath gave me life
and killed me
over and over and over
and everytime i died i whispered words
i'd sworn off long ago.
each one saturated in truth
that in time past i was unprepared to face,
that she couldn't believe,
even now, even though i
could have sworn i heard her
whisper the same words in dreams
while her arms
wrapped themselves around mine
holding her from behind.
i would have sworn that with doubt comes tears
but her eyes stayed dry
and slowly my voice
became white noise
and the smoke i
breathed out was static visible in twilight
slowly twisting lovers
writhing around each other,
so close
but never touching.
an eternal tease until they disipate
and nothing is left between us
except for her aura that pushes me away,
a shield protecting her from all advances.
i couldn't touch
that perfect face if i wanted...
and i'm left with questions meant for her,
but will never ask
because with awe comes fear and it consumes,
drains, and tears away at this
fragile mind
all ready bending
from strains hidden behind walls
that my will
is too weak to tear down.
i hear her whisper
behind that protection and
start to wish...
and in this moment
of voices and body
her beauty is
ripped away by the tides of time.
i feel the undertow pulling at me
but i couldn't fall,
not again. and as always
i rise with smoke
too high to even watch
her as the waves in this dream
wash her away...


and i almost forgot about
the kiss.

03/16/2006

Author's Note: first new one in awhile... hope you did, dig?

Posted on 03/19/2006
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