By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2011 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2011.01.24.04.10.17252]] |
Here sometimes it is old and heavy and dark and faded and confounded by you by grace by mirrors, reflecting beauty by soft skin by welcoming lips by sonic representations of incompleteness and hard confessions solidified as thoughts stubbornly refusing to leave the safety of a mind There sometimes I want you to stay to talk to dare to close your eyes and feel the silence, its edges and contours its dips and crescendos its miraculousness Somewhere sometimes it is slight and stark and beautiful and sure and I can see how to breathe to hold to believe to move towards you Here, sometimes, I can see and feel the palpable contours and edges the dips and miraculousness the crescendos of your mind and body and I am free to want you |