Oct 04, 2005 21:28
pretense
inside of this coiling,
rumbling, reptilian life form known as existance
I square away these desires into a tightly woven box of mystery
silken embroidery flapping erroneously in the oklahoma' wind
carrying it eternally, like some direct etching into my mind
it feels like solitude but weighs a thousand ancient pounds
and no one strides these darkened night's beside me,
holding my ageless soul's space . .
and the beat, a tempo of joy and sorrow - bronzened together, performs
sarchastic incantations inside of my mind
silly little possibilities touched on but never, ever satiated . . .
visions of kissing my mate as we wed,
her porceline cheekbones trembling
under warm, overjoyed caresses I have placed in complete totality
Images
possibilties
driven hard into the template known as my consciousness
night after bright and enflamed bleeding star's night
TR 2005