to rid the hide of the shallow-ville pride
cradling the breath that I see
only one foundation
squirting thoughts all over your luscious smile
to shout the rest of how I can’t imagine
the secrets that don’t go further
than my allusive door
loosening my bra
to undo the music
that I soak in
on your cushioned floor
at night when it’s just me
and the sound of my
naked mind…
the ware on my mind making the heretic
of illusion institute the battle I’m losing
in believing the daunting
task I’ve alluded to be…
how many times over
can I touch the
freckle on your body
that caresses me like
the way you
sing through the miles
of my mind
collapsing in a myriad
of a relief
as if I can breathe
while I watch
you release
the sentiments
matching
the way I see
the walls shivering
into a moment
I’d like to call my own…
The challenges evoke a new day
Sifting through the white walls of foundations
Surrounding my thoughts with sentimental warmth and
Why some places seem so hard
And why some places feel so at home
The needs of a new day
Comes through the window where I can see
That not everything lingers in a stagnant place
Settling through the ways that I can just be – me
Cradled by the thoughts of what I can only say
To be the brightest thought of them all…
A moment of arrogance creeps in
As if I had some kind of indignant creature living in me
Get off your soap box, Little Ms. Know-it-all, the little voice in my head whispers… so I digress…
Moving at the speed of sound
Replicating the impending truth
Digging at the place I’ve found
A way to hear what
I smell and speak
what I feel;
Whispering sweet licks
Like the fish bowl I stand
A horn blowing
Cradling my ears;
So gently
I smile and say
What better way
To spend a Saturday…
Something in the grasps that show
Every little thought structure create a shiny new vacancy
As I cradle my head to appease
The barrage of mind riots
That I can’t seem to shake
Not so loosely that I can mistake
for another something less costly
My eyes closed to the fingers typing
Musical notes of chills that
Explode through my body
Like a tidal wave of fear
I have never felt so near
To a feeling I can almost
Reach…
Rehearsing nostalgic feeds
Glancing in the direction
That it takes me
And feels as though
I’ve been here all along
Soothing the soft spot
And shadowing the wind
Blowing through my fingers…
if I ever come again
to the moon
and the lit sky lights
where do I go from here
walking a straight line
not seen or heard
through a variance
of attractive
measures
that only perpetuate
a clean wall
of thought
but how does it translate
pitted perversions of the scenes like the whole food parking lot
singled bottom feeders and lies
if it’s all fire and brimstone
then why keep searching
to find the rhyme and scrape
the side
find the mys
turn the page
and drag your mind
feed my shys
cuz I ain’t got a reason
to say goodbye
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