flashback
by bruised
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-27 12:34:00
into childhood
when the days drug
and my life was
alone
before sony playstations
before mp3 players
before c.g.
when hormones
started to shape my mind
and my body
could feel everything
with oversensitive skin
that absorb’d touch
even the wind
blowin out of hidden lips
a small breeze
that went into my pores
and out my thoughts
i remember the first time
we ever talked
i was only fifteen
and a sophmore
you, you were eighteen
and a senior
after the play
at the party
i really didn’t
want to go to
i wanted to be alone
in my room
a bottle of wine
and some cigarettes
my music and
my own thoughts
while the house was
quiet
the way your eyes
kinda sparkled
when I made you laugh
over silly nothings
that were beyond me
to understand
i was only
reactin to you
the whole night
i talked to no one
not really
not even my date
who got too drunk too soon
how you offered
to drive us home
and i rode shotgun
listenin to matthew sweet
while you told me
about the concert
i remember walkin her inside
and puttin her to bed
before i could leave her
the road
dark and hidden
by trees and cornfields
that we went down
to find a spot
cause you had liqour
in your trunk
the way the night
felt against my skin
the way your hands
felt against my skin
the way your lips
felt against my skin
it rolls back and forth
on a roulette wheel
that stops at moments
i can hold onto
i never felt so beautiful
the way you leaned in
and took me into your hands
my face lookin up
into yours
our eyes closin out of
reflexes
i never knew i had
slow and with intensity
i felt your mouth
as mine joined in
buildin up
in the night
as the crickets
provided background music
and the trees shivered
along with my body
that meltin into you
then
i got home
and she was there
already waitin
with hate and hurt
to fuel our argument
she slapped me
and i felt the world
explode in colors
barely keepin balance
both of us
drunk in parallel universes
the way the tears
started even though
i didn’t want to cry
to give her power over me
hearin her voice
rise into pain
that stuck to me
even after a shower
how she broke her glass
against my shut door
and finally left me
cryin with arms
curled around my knees
holdin onto
one thought
you…