Sitting like a halo
hovering on my head
You sat for the longest time
I felt that sweet dread
slept on it night after night
but there you were a lodestar of virtual deserts
polishing in rhymes my body pinging with feverish alerts
god I wanted you so bad
each night when I read you in my bed
stinging myself with a reality
that darling you weren't up for grabs
so sickly sweet my face burnt up
Goosebumps your words served up
I could feel you ride beneath my flesh
I didn't even know what face you had on
Save that little tiny square
A smile, an eye, a raised eyebrow
absurd liners when you mingled verse and prose
I felt a tickle, a honeyed trickle
between my legs
the last of your trailing lines
leftover punctuations in morning dregs
twittering voraciously
eyeing you salaciously
Lighting up both my ends
I was coming to a close explosion
heart thumping on my pillows
each night it crept out of my system
and quivered over a screen
that was the closest I ever got
even now
and then it smeared a trail
of needs
Screaming inside my head
calling your name
I knew I was mad
I'd devised a new game
reading every little space
sitting in a puddle of heating want
inflamed dreams dynamite urge
as I slept I thought I'd often pucker
Wishing to kiss and kiss that fucker
who wrote to me in my sleep
and didn't even know
this is all I could take
it's time for me to go
and tell how much I love you already
do I know you? Not even.
But yeah I do.
From somewhere I do
Sitting like a halo
I have been too
darling I've been there
Riding your peripheral stars
you know of me don't you
Sitting and thinking what you wear
jeans and striped shirts
hair without a fucking care
gripping a phone won in a contest
I know, I remember I've heard
every fucking breath you'd ever take
Do you type with two thumbs? Like I do?
could be I exhaled someplace close to you
and didn't even know
but I would, I'd surely do
smelling your expired perfume
That you don't wear
looking at you while you don't know
you've learnt to quietly stare
without being noticed
Oh but these are my thoughts still
for you haven't the slightest whiff
or hadn't, and I didn't dare
tell you, that I don't know you,
And yet, I fucking love you
Need like a razor
shred myself to ribbons on it
it tastes so sick
Sweet and dirty like expensive gold filth
only more vulgar and depraved and sensual still
that I rolled about amuck in
face burning to a furnace
Hair curled into twirls
that my fingers wouldn't let go
baby do I message and reap what I sow?
at the tip of my cigarette
I lit you up each night
Exhaling a misty river
when I thought of you
drawing your image
in a cancer fog
until I gagged and coughed
and laughingly choked
how could I not think of you
each time I chain smoked
Tell you without telling
that here I am my love,
Yours that you waited for ever
I'm sure of it
as you are just what the universe ordered
Haven't you been looking for me
maybe you don't know it yet
but I'm what is real
Everything else is history
Just know me once and you'll forever be mine
I've studded your galaxy with golden stars
aren't these enough signs
I'd clutch my heart Were it already not plucked
I've sent you a message and now everything's fucked.
(Deliciously)
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