Jan 09, 2007 08:37
First
our imaginations touched
momentarily
muscle pushing life in
rythm
with yours
just an
instant in an eternity of searching
and at that moment
all reason seemed a waste
the flutter of conception
in the bleak uninhabited
recesses
pushed away white clad concience
all selflessness silenced
and something that
should have been pure
was itercepted by
unlovely intentions
the pressure of your hips
nullified all previous
resolutions and the
consuming thought became
moist mouth on curves
----
Last
a dwelling remains built of
rainbows (light bent through a prism-
a drop of rain- the leftovers of a storm)
firmly planted
upon a precipice
of hope
(a hope carved from a friendship) firm in
its infinitive (a diamond? no not
producing the rock of...rather lacking
the circlet of what? finality, covenant?)
turrets untarnished by the seasons
ageless in appearance
Epilogue
the question then becomes, how does one
go about dismantling a rainbow?
it cannot be forced back through a prism,
reclaiming its life as a ray of light
a rainbow by definition is
dismantled, its hopes and horrors laid bare
for all to see. I am not jealous of this
beauty when exposed, naked for the
world to see
i had a castle in the air to dismantle
you found the wrecking ball,
you were not supposed to help