Days2 earlier : The dream
to say nothing: London
Dreaming hearing voices and
seeing images restless in his sleep
The lover- "Your neck your lips your breast as I tease your
nipple with my tounge like i am eating am eating ana ice cream cone, you follow me as the sun and the moon chase each other (my tongue that is ), and the tender of your lower belly I
breathe on it to see you shiver, the
firm of your thighs hold my finger prints , as I part them the look in your eye.. don’t be embarrassed
we’re grown we can talk about these things , swet and
passion deep moans as you lay your soul on your skin so I can taste it , and
steal your breathe when you want scream ... but you can’t your nails make me
bleed touch fire its like ... touch water
its like ..? You are like..? I am like? Breathless spiritual and physical at
the pinnacle when I look you in the eye and you can say ..(looking at her) ..
.. you can say nothing.
The unborn-
I existed .. .. then again I think I existed ?
most do not know I existed but I seem to have soul even though it has not being
tested they say I am nothing, I don’t know how I feel about it , I am not sure
if I feel I must because I am scared,
if I am the source of a
decision the war fare of mind and heart then
I must be something , if I must be removed and kept secret then I must have
existed.. ..umm ? A question pops to mind if I change from unborn to bitter
memory , or as you say aborted did I
exist , when I see god will I ask him why?.., or say nothing umm?
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