Wednesday, March 23, 2011

92. She's a Waterfall

The future's forgotten darlings, empty pockets and all.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched you.
Studying your every last move, the way your nose crinkles, how your hair falls, the way your chest rises.
Empty pockets and all.
You're my home now, twisted in bedclothed disarray.
Empty pockets and all.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

91. Lusting for wander

Miserable midnights, laced with a longing for passion.
Spoon fed stories, poisoned by predictable tongues.
The silence speaks, much more than you.
The truth leaks, far less than your fiction.
Leave silently.
No goodbyes,
less than necessary.
Forever forward,
blame the backward.
Curse the stagnant,
embrace the desire.