Delta40
11-27-2010, 07:30 PM
I am your smiley
as you cool in my cul-de-sac
laid flat on a crosstitch blanket
my grandmother made.
My yellowness will blush red
as I slip off the oversized shoes
I wear in my mind.
You can flog a dead horse
till your teeth come loose.
My smiley will waggle a finger
at the side of my head
as I hope you boil inwardly
when old love parades topless
past dried up creek beds.
Wiggle like a banana for me
underneath broken bridges
where you have carved up hearts
with spoons and tender kisses.
I will bang my head against a tree
as I watch you sleep naked,
helpless.
Autumn leaves weave your shroud
in our fenced off forest.
I wave a flag and play no pity
when you are roused
by the alluring heat song of another
while I stand at the perimeter
and toe-tap in time.
as you cool in my cul-de-sac
laid flat on a crosstitch blanket
my grandmother made.
My yellowness will blush red
as I slip off the oversized shoes
I wear in my mind.
You can flog a dead horse
till your teeth come loose.
My smiley will waggle a finger
at the side of my head
as I hope you boil inwardly
when old love parades topless
past dried up creek beds.
Wiggle like a banana for me
underneath broken bridges
where you have carved up hearts
with spoons and tender kisses.
I will bang my head against a tree
as I watch you sleep naked,
helpless.
Autumn leaves weave your shroud
in our fenced off forest.
I wave a flag and play no pity
when you are roused
by the alluring heat song of another
while I stand at the perimeter
and toe-tap in time.