Symbolism?
my jaw
personal agony coupled with unflattering hair and tiny marks of red that label without words
plain clothes untrained smile with no
real emotion
put there from a kiss
a hug
those shoes were the only things i could look at as the boy walked away
yellow trashcan
shares the same color as my best friend's race
symbolism?
snuck in the car with trash
symbolism?
kisses that belong to another and yet belong to me
is it wrong if it feels so right and yet the sighs and moans of unending uncertainty and neverending pleasure i hear you fill with so much pleasure-
why do you need me do you really love me are you really into me why does this always happen how can we do this to each other and yet come back time and time again
turn into musical notes
that play from the ever soft fingers that cause my laughs at the simple grace of the piano singing from your touch- i sing when you touch and turn and kiss and slowly love the inches of imperfection that make up this child who choked on that bead who chokes on the love and fights- to turn into
cries when we fight night after night after night and i swear i can hear you leaving.
neverending tears that run so hard and a cold voice on the line that scares me more than any monster that we could have imagined in the movies
played on the screen
the critic would yell
was that symbolism?
curls that twist and swirl in a vortex of space and no
i don't believe in space
but i believe in the space you take when you hold me and our bodies curl comfortably in dark and i remember that it seems that all you wanted
was to love me
was to love my body and you will fill up the night sky and no one will love the day they will not pay attention to the garish sun how can they when you shine so bright with an unknown charm that emanates and warms like the sun on that perfect day that i danced on his toes and i looked up and knew and then why am i over here and why does it feel just as familiar-
and you could never answer why you loved but i didnt care i didnt care i just knew that it was enough.
and i stare at the words my hands write on the pages every night in the
journal bought in the store where i finally said yes and i wonder
was it symbolism?
i stare down the road and i just know that i don't know where my real home is
but you don't know either and you don't know either and it's comforting.
symbolism?
authentic aem.