Wednesday, January 30, 2008

ten past midnight

Your words have power just like my own

Time finds my lips carved out of yours

Entwined in tangled blankets and laughter

Your voice can no longer matter

We start out lanky and fumbling

But something else takes over and it overtakes

I feel small buried in your shoulder

Your arms around me feel like the world,

Like the world can no longer find me,

I’ve become small and your arms can cover the ocean

We start out lanky and fumbling

But something takes over and it overtakes

It takes more than silence to calm me

Maybe next time around your kiss will soothe

Tonight it can only lead to overwhelming

Bliss. Smile it away, and I’ll do the same


Love starts out oh so lanky and fumbling

But it takes over and it overtakes

3 comments:

'soulless' said...

"my lips carved out of yours" is such a good line, dear. Neruda-like in its subtlety and elegant expression. :)

Billy said...

wonderful images here! i love this poem.

cargwaps said...

soulless,
thank you. Neruda, i am not worthy of being likened to but thank you nonetheless. :)

billy,
welcome. thank you for your kind words. do drop by again. ^__^