Kismet

[Bakiryu]

Be my moment, the endless nothing of the sea
We toss and turn, like waves
White capp’d and frolic, lost and unworn
Our moments are minutes, they last forever
I can see your eyes in the ivory tears.

I’ve lost myself
If I look closely I may find her
I’ve heard she has red hair, white streaks
I heard she’s old in looks and quite insane
Her mouth tastes like seasalt

Lips dry, her squint face, she loved the sea
Wildly tossing, the blue drops
Struck her face, the mighty slap shook
The poetry and the love out her, she’s worn now
And old and spidery, are you sure

You would love a woman as her
Who wears her femaleness like a shroud?
As it shifts it may blind you
Close your lids, stitch them tight

To prevent your mind from such a season
Such a turn of stars, such an exchanging of colors
To signify either stars, or galaxies
(colliding and birthing into sound)

Be my moment, eternity endless as a kiss
Lips touch and part, we are now mixed
We’ll carry away seas within us
The endless tossing of the waves.













(Thanks for reading! if you have some time would you mind heading down to my new blog and helping me choose what poem to submit for my schools literary magazine?)

[DanielBenoit]

I very much like the sound to it, the way in which the visuals intigrate with the rhythm. I do think that you really should change "femaleness" to "femininity" or something of the like. Other then that, it's quite good and very vivid.

Also, concerning the poem to choose for the magazine, I vote Spectrophobia. :)

[cogs]

Struck her face, the mighty slap shook
The poetry and the love out her, she’s worn now


that was a good line

[Bakiryu]

that was a good line

thank you :)