TheFifthElement
01-02-2008, 05:00 AM
She says this is no place for dreamers
as she drapes a silver leg over the chair;
poses it like a statement, swaying.
I follow a curve to the beginning,
the original question solicited in tarnished
flesh, twisted sinew like a rag wrung dry.
What is it you want?
She asked in a voice rarely spoken
out of character. I cannot say –
I only wonder what the world is like
behind those eyes, grey as a summer
of disappointments, a summer of endless evening
where love, like ice-cream,
comes in every flavour, cherry-topped
with raspberry syrup, chocolate sprinkles,
nothing spared. I imagine what it’s like
to eat until my tongue is numb
and frozen words spill out, tasteless
as desire, draped in red.
This is all I want.
This small room, this bed, to know
love until I can’t feel it any more,
and I’m lost in a tangle of thighs,
the secret like warm breath on
the back of my neck, melting me,
melting me again.
as she drapes a silver leg over the chair;
poses it like a statement, swaying.
I follow a curve to the beginning,
the original question solicited in tarnished
flesh, twisted sinew like a rag wrung dry.
What is it you want?
She asked in a voice rarely spoken
out of character. I cannot say –
I only wonder what the world is like
behind those eyes, grey as a summer
of disappointments, a summer of endless evening
where love, like ice-cream,
comes in every flavour, cherry-topped
with raspberry syrup, chocolate sprinkles,
nothing spared. I imagine what it’s like
to eat until my tongue is numb
and frozen words spill out, tasteless
as desire, draped in red.
This is all I want.
This small room, this bed, to know
love until I can’t feel it any more,
and I’m lost in a tangle of thighs,
the secret like warm breath on
the back of my neck, melting me,
melting me again.