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subscribeSaturday, March 18
If I blink again, I am too late
To stand next to you
I was coming to see, I was thinking about--
I was considering calling your name--
In the wind, you watch my voice drown behind the crisp microphone
It’s not too late
If my wrists bend, my fingers touch my lips
My teeth bite into you
My head is your home
And random phrases are poetry—its in the timing, we know, —and yet I fail, I fail
If you want to make love
Blink faster and smile brighter
The static snowfall, and your back to me
Waking courage, maybe—or obscuring failure, but not enough—shh, for fuck’s sake…I love your
Body language, the simple truth
Can’t you taste the distraction?
Or, I don’t know, feel the crosshairs?
When can I finally end this disaster? Is this ending
Without you?; Ah, then inside this sleepy dream
I see no need to blink
I break this tryst and later, maybe, when your shoulders dip
When endings are beginnings
When windows open and door hinges rust
And vulnerability swallows pride, I know what I’m supposed to do
End this, end this, end this!
I will wait in honor for the fog of your breath
To stand next to you
I was coming to see, I was thinking about--
I was considering calling your name--
In the wind, you watch my voice drown behind the crisp microphone
It’s not too late
If my wrists bend, my fingers touch my lips
My teeth bite into you
My head is your home
And random phrases are poetry—its in the timing, we know, —and yet I fail, I fail
If you want to make love
Blink faster and smile brighter
The static snowfall, and your back to me
Waking courage, maybe—or obscuring failure, but not enough—shh, for fuck’s sake…I love your
Body language, the simple truth
Can’t you taste the distraction?
Or, I don’t know, feel the crosshairs?
When can I finally end this disaster? Is this ending
Without you?; Ah, then inside this sleepy dream
I see no need to blink
I break this tryst and later, maybe, when your shoulders dip
When endings are beginnings
When windows open and door hinges rust
And vulnerability swallows pride, I know what I’m supposed to do
End this, end this, end this!
I will wait in honor for the fog of your breath
1 Comments:
I like the part about the crosshairs.
commented by 
Asterisk 8, 8:24 AM
Asterisk 8, 8:24 AM
