Sleeps Thoreau
01-23-07, 12:27 AM
Her eye improvises still
in eve's whisper off the tail of the butterfuly
i climb in the stutter of time
seized in rememberance of what the eidelons
of love have got to be
a drifter behind retinas in the palms of my mind
stopped to see the true impression of an omen
she's looped the essence of the moment
The breath of her tone wove me
like sex to the moan of other women couldn't
then left me alone atop the legs of padestrians.
What echo's in sentiment insists i'm the extention of him
and we're a stretch from us pulling to tell
if we look through to an opposite ends of two wells.
well,
what every spell above me now must've knew well
was me flooding out her screening brow
would come to me comming to
under clouds which intuit a sullen dew
as her eyes
silently skii away
And on the stray, i can hope all i want
she sulks a note stars quote through a low sky,
i've been the sand, sea and shoreline before her eye
and watching the bottle float by
while reoccurs the vibe that with goodbye we
cuddled for sleep
in passing retreat air bubbled in the sheet seeps
And the minute fancies wind kids with me
encouragingly, i don't care
anymore than 'bout why the horizon stares
smoking, bare, dry in it's glare
____with everything that paces by behind
____you don't see nothing but the cold between
____denying your heart it's every attempt at a hug,
____knowing you see where you're going...
____lashes sent to hold you
____leaning on, crashing wet shattered love!
in eve's whisper off the tail of the butterfuly
i climb in the stutter of time
seized in rememberance of what the eidelons
of love have got to be
a drifter behind retinas in the palms of my mind
stopped to see the true impression of an omen
she's looped the essence of the moment
The breath of her tone wove me
like sex to the moan of other women couldn't
then left me alone atop the legs of padestrians.
What echo's in sentiment insists i'm the extention of him
and we're a stretch from us pulling to tell
if we look through to an opposite ends of two wells.
well,
what every spell above me now must've knew well
was me flooding out her screening brow
would come to me comming to
under clouds which intuit a sullen dew
as her eyes
silently skii away
And on the stray, i can hope all i want
she sulks a note stars quote through a low sky,
i've been the sand, sea and shoreline before her eye
and watching the bottle float by
while reoccurs the vibe that with goodbye we
cuddled for sleep
in passing retreat air bubbled in the sheet seeps
And the minute fancies wind kids with me
encouragingly, i don't care
anymore than 'bout why the horizon stares
smoking, bare, dry in it's glare
____with everything that paces by behind
____you don't see nothing but the cold between
____denying your heart it's every attempt at a hug,
____knowing you see where you're going...
____lashes sent to hold you
____leaning on, crashing wet shattered love!