I feel your wind from down here...
whipering to me and touching me in places
that make me shiver,
a shiver I did not forget and makes me feel
simple, jaded and naive.

I do not know what message I am sending
but I know that his fingers are begining to feel
like a forgien movie I that I forgot the the basis for.
That game is becoming a lie that I tell just to
satisfy repition and habit.

But I do feel you from down here
A pull that defys magnatism with its sheer absurdity
that always was you and me.

I forgot the language I was born with
the one that swings in my hips and
sings a song sweeter than my voice is capable of producing.
But I can whisper strings and undercurrents
that are unnecessary in this cat and mouse
across deserts divided by pulsing winds and different dead
languages so unlike my own, passed down
from generation and generation from when it was
originated in a roman tear.

they say opposites attract
I think they just want to define those ideas
and phrases that make them similar in ways
no one understands but their own breeze.
that can remember and recreate the impression a lovers hand leaves
in the small of a back on demand

my lips have never been red,
never a romantic kissed rose color that signifies depth but
I have no delusions about about how to create a feeling you won't forget.

04/10/2008

Posted on 03/07/2010
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