thoughts before i go out

by loneliness

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-11-22 19:25:00

caught in the moment between minutes, i hear your voice again, crisp as the texas temperatures outside, not so cold or harsh, unlike the inside, and i wish, i could make it all seem somehow worthwhile, my past, fadin into tomorrow, to smear and blend itself, into just shadows, that i stand on in the noon hours, when the world stills, and i find solidity, lettin myself pause in reverie, while the seconds slip off my arms, in new sensations, that hold nothing else, husks of time spent together, distant as a horizon, that i cannot ever hold, in my tender limbs, feelin the sensitivity of who i am, spiralin in colors, only i create, stoic siennas you tossed into concrete revelations, makin me more, than i was, the lesions now, scars of text, that read me in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and confusion, i find my shelters, inside the my own baby browns, as they stare back in the soul, that burns deeper, closed in the ribcage, like a tremblin bird, i can still remember, how you kept me…strength now my cruth, from yesterdays, and the hands stand sessile, while the words filter out in politically correct situations, my innuendos born in smiles, weakness is my father, restin beneath layers of the earth, able to find me in unrest, my unrest, and i clasp my hands, prayin he won’t be the same after all, caught between the shades of his sparklin tanned eyes, we’re not to far apart in age, in fact, i am the younger one, fragile in his presence, when he lifts me up into the sky, where i mingle with the taste of starlight, drownin in the kisses, and lossin myself all over again, til the clock, moves…once again…

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