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Merry Christmas. As always... I have little more to offer you than words. I hope you enjoy these.
the_wild_grapes
December 23 2005, 16:02:35 UTC
-I'll Keep You Warm-
Once I thought I might sit inside a displaced bathroom vanity,
like an undiscovered ballroom
crash-landed on some uncharted world-
Coming to rest along the shore of an ancient river,
running my fingers
through cherry-fire clay seeded with life
long before places had names.
Perhaps I would find her there beneath the sink,
All of her eyes saying to me that
It was not the crook of my nose or
breadth of flesh upon my legs,
nor the strength of my chin
or the span of my shoulders-
that brought her breath to a pause,
her heart to a stall.
Rather my soul clutched hotly to the hope
That is was something infinitely more unique-
That prompted her eyes to an unspoken promise,
Passed like a platinum coin across an embroidered pillow-
This is real-
And all is beautiful-
And I am yours, at least for now,
Beneath the quickly evaporating awning of this cold desert night-
But we'll keep each other warm...
And for now, that is all I can promise.
It is long since we've been children-
A damp kiss hastily remembers that for us both-
Bodies naturally seeking the satisfaction they so incessantly demand,
A warm, hazy dew settling upon the mind-
Consumed by the rapture of another so close to whom one can say-
At last someone who knows what I mean!
It is long since we've been children, but I still dream of her...
In time the stillness would be upon us again-
We would talk of the world
Of its many strange and wicked ways,
Of dreams, of love, of rivers,
Until no more syllables need pass our lips,
and silence unapologetically dispersed
All that remained.
As I braid her hair
with blossoms of Lavender and Blue Nile Lilies,
her head lazily leans back on my chest as she drifts,
My lips on the nape of her neck like Stars,
Falling
Obediently to Earth.
None of these words form a sensible answer now and
There's a ghost somewhere between me and my conscience,
And only untrusting vacancy between my fingers
And my heart-
Like something dreamed, but impossibly remembered.
-Luke- Dec 2005 - All Rights Reserved - lukesdesk@gmail.com
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Once I thought I might sit inside a displaced bathroom vanity,
like an undiscovered ballroom
crash-landed on some uncharted world-
Coming to rest along the shore of an ancient river,
running my fingers
through cherry-fire clay seeded with life
long before places had names.
Perhaps I would find her there beneath the sink,
All of her eyes saying to me that
It was not the crook of my nose or
breadth of flesh upon my legs,
nor the strength of my chin
or the span of my shoulders-
that brought her breath to a pause,
her heart to a stall.
Rather my soul clutched hotly to the hope
That is was something infinitely more unique-
That prompted her eyes to an unspoken promise,
Passed like a platinum coin across an embroidered pillow-
This is real-
And all is beautiful-
And I am yours, at least for now,
Beneath the quickly evaporating awning of this cold desert night-
But we'll keep each other warm...
And for now, that is all I can promise.
It is long since we've been children-
A damp kiss hastily remembers that for us both-
Bodies naturally seeking the satisfaction they so incessantly demand,
A warm, hazy dew settling upon the mind-
Consumed by the rapture of another so close to whom one can say-
At last someone who knows what I mean!
It is long since we've been children, but I still dream of her...
In time the stillness would be upon us again-
We would talk of the world
Of its many strange and wicked ways,
Of dreams, of love, of rivers,
Until no more syllables need pass our lips,
and silence unapologetically dispersed
All that remained.
As I braid her hair
with blossoms of Lavender and Blue Nile Lilies,
her head lazily leans back on my chest as she drifts,
My lips on the nape of her neck like Stars,
Falling
Obediently to Earth.
None of these words form a sensible answer now and
There's a ghost somewhere between me and my conscience,
And only untrusting vacancy between my fingers
And my heart-
Like something dreamed, but impossibly remembered.
-Luke- Dec 2005 - All Rights Reserved - lukesdesk@gmail.com
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