She spoke to me
Not a word said
Yet her silence whispered secrets
only a true mate to my soul could know
As I contemplated her silence
She seemed to blur
I saw her speaking to another
Or was it a reflection in her mirror?
Was it me?
I stayed wondering,
Eternity only, for company
Let me scratch your glamour offPeel the itchy bits of your plastic facesSo you can feel the tingle of nervesmeeting air, water, me You smell likebrandy evenings,sea salt,and poetry musk Let me trim your attachmentswith clipped tones & steely eyesAnd pat your newly open self clean Tear up your promisesToss…
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time, these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men.
Vulnerability is a magic spell drawing us into its space, that strips illusions, entices us into dancing naked with shame-free selves.
Ways to keep people from seeing who you really are: 1. Tell them who you want them to believe you are. If you say it loudly enough and often enough, several people will believe you. People are often too lazy to look beyond appearances, under the surface. 2. Tell the…
In between your precise wordsand your regimented actionsyou spilt me one lookthat drowned it all.
The weekend draws nearer and my dread mounts. I have no plans for Friday night. None for all of Saturday. Nobody and nothing to distract me from the godawful emptiness. And Sunday morning looms the way Beast must have loomed to Beauty before she encountered his gentle side. The Alphabet…
Love the new look, very fitting!
Floating listlessly across the sky,
In her mind, there was no when, how or why,
The flutter, the water in the pink lotus did reflect,
Quietly she wondered – ‘Am I the bee, or the flower beneath?’
@ Perspectivinc: 🙂 Thank you!
@ Brad: Errm. As always the A.E.’s comment steals the thunder away from the post.
I shall refrain from doing that in future, and if I am tempted to make a comment, I shall write lame comment-poems. 😛
All I want to tell these people is “ACT FAST”
grrrr