So this weekend was both wonderful and awful, ended on a down sort of note, and I was feeling sad.
I talked to oblivion for a while, and then he wrote me a poem. I feel better now.
Here's the poem.
These tangents flow heavy
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If our words speak for us
How do we know they are felt
Who is to say that this is the time
When masks are shed
True faces are shown
Take your hand in mine
Tell me one last time
How you stood on the shores
Of this desire and waited for me to cross
A boat built out of conscious desire
I paddle across with resolve
Don't let this moment pass
They are so short
If I could show you through my eyes
Would you accept this
Or would you think of former lies
Your fingers touch my lonely skin
It cries out in need
Let us not think of our past
A future is undefined
Shall we write our own story
I talked to oblivion for a while, and then he wrote me a poem. I feel better now.
Here's the poem.
These tangents flow heavy
Our hearts speak in tongues
Instances work between us
The small reality that is
A larger truth we create
If our words speak for us
How do we know they are felt
Who is to say that this is the time
When masks are shed
True faces are shown
Take your hand in mine
Tell me one last time
How you stood on the shores
Of this desire and waited for me to cross
A boat built out of conscious desire
I paddle across with resolve
Don't let this moment pass
They are so short
If I could show you through my eyes
Would you accept this
Or would you think of former lies
Your fingers touch my lonely skin
It cries out in need
Let us not think of our past
A future is undefined
Shall we write our own story
The touch of your fingers
My skin is awash in desire
The sight of your bare skin
LIke a call to home
My tongue wanders
Upon the taffy of your body
It sings to me of memories
The softness
Skin like a short caress
It speaks to me in desire
Your breasts hang like ambrose
Ready to be plucked for the eating
My lips water
Anticpating their immortal touch
If i could be be inside
Your secret passage
Roam through the halls of your decandence
Would you slave yourself to me
Your body a robot to my lust
If then goto my conquests
Let our touch coagulate into frenzy
When our tongue latch
Caught in the throws of death
Hungry with a need for life
Suck out the preconceived notions
Like damaged goods we sift through our bodys
Searching and exploring
A simple touch become agony
How easy it would be to meld
Our lust a call for the hidden
Shall we partake in the fruit
Or let the vines wither from neglect
Darling let me sing you unvoiced words
So that you could feel this heat
In the darkness of ourselves
Only we shall see the truth
Nibbling upon the succulent
I sense your surrender
Like clay
I mold it to my needs
These moments are hidden
Amongst the folly of masks
I hold them to be self evident
That my desire for you holds no equal
As I fall into peaceful slumber
You are imprinted into my soul