Sweet candied mouth. Tongue joyed of taste to thirst. Thirst for more than drink. Eyes linger on pretty things that warm inside and flow to heart. Feelings imagined as close as possible. Warmth, flesh, closer than close. Only like the touch of a hand is as far as thoughts reach. Sweetness savored. Lips fold to discontent. How far and how long. Saved for one. And fear of what to be lost that hasn't been earned. How long my mind has saved me. How long it provides what is not taken nor given, nor felt. Years of your wishes may be seen with faded faces and blurred images. Forever changing, forever reverberating inside. Black to brown to pale to deep.. Thin to bold to tall to dark.. Gentle to harsh to sweet to dangerous. How long shall it last me. One side cannot give. One side cannot satisfy. Unpredictable is only what is given, not what is taken from the so predictable. ...
.. How long..? Sweetness fades with what was simply sour, from the inside out. Warmth cannot branch within those who are rendered cold by all around them. No trust can remain for oneself when it is not known that it is true. Reassurance. Make it honest and make it glow. Make it truth. Only another does. Our eyes, blind to ourselves, but give me eyes and I can see. Give me your eyes to mouth to save what's left and melt the lies...
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