Writing Update and Promises for 2011
So, I haven't compiled my works for that supposed book for 2010, but I am deciding, here and now, to write more love and happy pieces. I really do prefer the darker side of death and life, but I rarely acknowledge my warmth and innate optimism in written words. So much of everything has changed within the last two weeks, and I mustn't neglect to express all this new reality through my words, verbal and otherwise. The book of poetry I intend to write is still in progress, but expect no hard copies before 2011. However, I'm getting this thing out of my head beginning with the following.
I am Always
My eye caressing your nape, shapes shoulders' silohettes, trace a path
my fingertips beg to follow.
From the center of your shoulders' blades
, your spine screams to my chest,
"Be upon me. I am so cold:
your heart's thumping friction will cease my shivers."
I shiver at the thought.
I shiver at the thought of your smiling eyes entering my own.
Attacking with mercy these pupils, I have to break your spell.
If you hold my gaze, my maze of deceit must die between us.
I am always wishing you would close in on my lips.
You could close in on my lips as if
I am your cigarette. Inhale all the chemicals
you can't see inside of me: I'll forever have your taste
upon me. I cannot wash wishes away.
You cannot discard what lingers within.
Discard what lingers within if it is fear.
My eager ears, my nervous laughter are not afraid for you
to know I love you, but my whole, my voice is terrified
to share this knowledge.
I am always saying I love you.
I am Always
My eye caressing your nape, shapes shoulders' silohettes, trace a path
my fingertips beg to follow.
From the center of your shoulders' blades
, your spine screams to my chest,
"Be upon me. I am so cold:
your heart's thumping friction will cease my shivers."
I shiver at the thought.
I shiver at the thought of your smiling eyes entering my own.
Attacking with mercy these pupils, I have to break your spell.
If you hold my gaze, my maze of deceit must die between us.
I am always wishing you would close in on my lips.
You could close in on my lips as if
I am your cigarette. Inhale all the chemicals
you can't see inside of me: I'll forever have your taste
upon me. I cannot wash wishes away.
You cannot discard what lingers within.
Discard what lingers within if it is fear.
My eager ears, my nervous laughter are not afraid for you
to know I love you, but my whole, my voice is terrified
to share this knowledge.
I am always saying I love you.