Absolute

Jun. 26th, 2010 12:25 am
jesseszen: (Default)
[personal profile] jesseszen

 





 

The hypocrisy of flesh

scorns its owner, pain unrelated to blood or battle

yet longing, turning inside to out.

Your face grieves me with its beauty.

 

I shall seek nature

corner her, and pin her to a tree

press my body against her, as I would you,

and make her answer -

Will you relieve me?

 

Let me not dwell upon you

and this low music only I can hear.

Respond to me, yet not to me

the lyrics say.

 

Other eyes fascinate you.

Other arms and lips tame your tempests,

and walking unnaturally through

forests of grey musings

your servant, madame,

never to utter

one word.

 

 

February 2014

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
232425262728 

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 25th, 2017 04:44 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios