Fingers
Your mouth moves
and I notice little grooves above your lip
my mind slips and
I’m a desert
a baron million miles
a billion smiles of hollow glass teeth
beggar belief while
violent undercurrents pass beneath
irrigation
there is no play at this station
my feet rigid with concrete
a negative beat makes the pessimist in me complete
as I eat
bad news
drenched in white noise
girls and boys let’s have a warm hand
for young, bold, cold-souled soldier
toe to toe with the only older ever known
grown ten fold emotional holder
so I told her.
touch me, so when your eyes close you don’t lose me
choose me, so when the sun comes up you won’t use me
man I’ll get a whole troop of girl scouts to beat box
and have em spittin an unwritten rhythm
so fittin and deep the whole street rocks
and to this beat
I’ll relay through wordplay
a new verse written with the warm air
you exhale as you are sleeping
my pen weeping
leaves letter shaped foot prints on the page
and even the caged bird
is struck mute by your beauty
the sweet fruit that suits me like passion
holding like it’s going out of fashion
Imagine
we know more about moon surface than seabed
and 16 times more about seabed
than I ever could about this feeling
my body reeling
and if I were able, I’d make my naval a portal
to release this gut emotion through a cable
straight to yours Pause
shared cause
fingers intertwined we’ll open doors.
Copyright 2009 Polarbear
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