orgami's Diaryland
Diary
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
monument of greiving
cut my palm against the broken mirror and seven years of hurt drip bright throbbing richottes
the dirt under my nails are crescents of doubt and I know fifty seven cents lies under the bed I stare at the ceiling mapping the cracks like whip marks on the horse hides lingering like poets pages crumpled in haste the love still scented with candle light your smile is tilted and filled with delight and your mouth sends shivers of lakelight a cast of stars littering the lounge your arm bent and relaxed your hips fluid I was there dreaming in the meeting the wind carried messages of future cut grass and fragrant perfume bitter coffee and sun tired passerbys my coffee has said its fill and Im quiet digesting the hum of the turn and the sun walks away pulling the dark lake of night and its whitecap glimmerhope shivering in rhapsody I listen to Opera on the battered headphones my legs stretched out switch to THE HORRORs "Sea within a sea" I remember the guitar worn from your handiwork the vibrant strings hit with the medium pick (tortioseshell and rare) the smell of bars and patchouli the scent of you passioned and warm leaning against the blonde wood sliding your hands along the fretboard I miss you in November when the snows linger and frost the stark agony of trees when they are empty and alone and I feel naked of soul knowing that there will never be another eve the night we walked steaming from the showers the green cotton duvet there are years of linen memories in dreams like snowy drifts and half hearted footprints am I looking for you Are you following me I stir my coffee and stare through the frosted glass pools of loss growing on the tiles and amber leaves torn asunder from the last tusk of heaven I will forever mourn the us that never got to be
10:36 p.m. - 2010-07-28
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
previous - next
|