heavy eyelids shield nothing
absorbing the sun
my world turns blue
the earth stops on its axis
but I don't notice
as I'm far too busy spinning
your hands are everywhere
your lips are everywhere
the sun
is
everywhere
my feet are moving without me
my upper body lunges forward
while my hands remain thrown skyward
in praise of every cloud
every green blade
stands in vibrant ovation
of this handless,
clumsy cartwheel
doubling over
and over
while the sky turns green
and the dirt a brilliant blue
and so on
and so forth
until that blue
is all thats left
every passing second
a distant memory
every touch
from some god
pink pouty lips tie up
at each corner
over wet flesh
tongues dance
roof shingles hold my footing
a much appreciated
interaction
bowling alley day dreams
so lucky to break a hunderd
pausing only for sweet kisses
and carbonated Hawaiian punch
cigarettes and royal lunch
mixed reviews among holy critics
stars and stripes
patriotism on steroids
what a stupid idea
what a stupid --
horns sing sweet
Reveille
snap up to attention
with an unwelcome somber face
gut instinct or good training
you decide
neither one
makes a difference
fall back
only to be
swallowed by
the sky
she's smiling so soft
metal meeting flesh
but not how I was trained
I can taste it on her neck
and she can on mine
falling ever more
into deep, rich,
dark coffee eyes
not sobering
but
inspiring
bright colors spitting water
only magnificently
crystal clear
futures on unstable little legs
run around
bumping into each other
immitating our older
'destinies' on their natural collision courses
with all the world unknown
and as I sit here
with wet toes
watching these babies
I hone in on his smile
his absolute amazement
at this simple man-made-wonder
and I pick up on her smile
at this little man-made-miracle
but the sun licks at my forearms
and the wind caresses my face
while you hold my hand
to anchor me
to this beautiful oblivion
I grip your grip
and I kiss your kiss
this isn't your average
Sesame Seed Romance
Author notes
where do sesame seeds come from?
what would they grow into if they had the chance?
would anyone actually missed them if they were gone?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like this. It's very sweet, and it definitely sends my mind to a lot of different places as I read it. In some places it reminds me of things that happen when you're in love as you age ("falling ever more/into deep, rich,/dark coffee eyes/not sobering/but/inspiring"), but then in other places it's like being a little kid again ("every green blade/stands in vibrant ovation/of this handless,/clumsy cartwheel/doubling over/and over").
I don't know that I have a favorite part. I like it all. I especially like that you put a lot of music refrences into this one.
You and I tend to like the same kind of music, and I really like some of the songs that this one makes me think about. For instance, "You're a God" by Vertical Horizon, "Inside Out" by Eve 6, and some parts even remind me of "Last Train Home" by the Lost Prophets. You've incorporated some of my favorite music into your poetry, for that you deserve much applause.
Awesome work you've done sweetie! Well, I'll ttyl. Keep up all the great writings, you really are good at it!
Crystal
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"every passing second
a distant memory
every touch
from some god"
what does this mean?
i like it, don't put yourself down...we haven't talked in a while and there is a lot i don't understand...but i did pick out some allusions...well 'beautiful oblivion' at least...
also what is this...
"futures on unstable little legs
run around
bumping into each other
immitating our older
'destinies' on their natural collision courses
with all the world unknown"
umm...i like the last stanza...good way to end it...
call me when you can i'd like to talk to you...
love you always,
hill
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