Dotted lines and drifting eyes.

Dec 17, 2001 20:07

City lights rising strong on the horizon.
The evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a patient sprawled upon a table.
Let us go, and have some tea.
Among the porcelain,
We can measure out our lives with spoons.
So, drop a question,
Any question, on my plate.
Pick me apart,
And be sure to digest it completely.
Once I am formulated,
Pinned and wriggling on the wall,
You will know all,
Smooth and soothed.
And we can resume, our lovely walk.
Down the narrow streets at dusk,
Watch the lights flicker.
And criticize, those lonely men in shirt sleeves,
Leaning out their windows.

Among the porcelain, among the talk of you and me.

After the sunsets, the walks, the glances,
After the novels, the laterns, and teacups.
We will hide our conversations under our pillows,
Listen to them at night, again and again.
For our ears only.
And we will know each other like the backs of our hands.

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I've decided that I am not posting a new entry until this one gets 20 comments. Don't ask me why, just do it.
PS - This is probably one of my favorite things I've written in a long time, I am proud of it to say the least.
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