By sarah iristakeroot@powerlynk.com
Date: 26 July 2000
kabuki eyelashes
tonight the memory waits
in sullen crimson lips
with a cigarette teasing
caress of the white paper
i see your sultry eyes
forming in the smoke trail
that landscapes itself toward
the ceiling on the causual
bumps of plaster
maybe that was you heating
and burning my skin as i
played with the candle
and i watched as the wax
formed to my skin and
hardened itself for me
to peal away
or could you be the concrete
i step on as the sun sets
and the warmth just lingers
enough for me to want to step slowly
but for now my lips are painted in blood
and my eyes close halfway
seeing you through the kabuki dancers
i pretend to see through my eyelashes
could you be my marienette
could you be my fan i can't sleep
without or maybe your just the soft warmth
of my sheets that i crave at 9 am
in a desk chair
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