Thứ Ba, 9 tháng 9, 2008

crystal balls.




Softly, make her glow.

Lost and lonely dancers in the
twisting water, make her glow.
Licked daylight into dreams;
moving lips are real.


bruised lips and shut lids;

i look into crystal balls and only see the past.
But spinning on that dizzy edge;
crystal ball tell me she'll rise.
pull her hair, arch her back but make her rise.


There is this moment when i stare into the blue light;
and fall into a state of only seeing estatic visions.
baby i only see visions.
Senses are swollen to the bottomless pit;
you are gone and i only see visions.


i promised you a sonnet that was never written;
about the love story that never happened.
the heart across the ranging sea took my voice,
it devoured me, love, away with my voice.


thoughts of you pour down like summer's rain.
and it suffocates, and gets so hard to breathe -
when these tearful vines are tied shut ,
with a hopeful apneatic knot.



it'd be funny to think i love you.
it'd be funny to think i love you.

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