
02-20-2010, 10:54 PM
You don't want me to hold you in the formaldehyde of my kiss,
bouncing somewhere between strings of words,
fine tuned tension of soul.
You don't want to get lost in the vertigo of my eyes
or play in the notes of my voice.
You hear me say it every day
through curls of smoke and cursing.
But you don't want to lock your fingers around my spine.
Long for the words that flash a smile across me
and leave my body bare on a street corner.
Lust for the gentle lapping of a kind tongue
and grasp, night after night at nothing.
Crawl up the legs of this dying muse,
grasp night after night at nothing.
-kollusim 19/02/10
I'd like to know what you think. I've never really shared any of my writing online, but I thought since I was reading a few pieces here I'd share my own.
Thanks.
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