its dark inside,
muffled light sneaks in through glass
i'm smiling to myself as my hand
reaches up and touches,
and snakes through
yours.
your light is cast in a shadow wavering like distant night
and your eyes are closed, but the thought of you
makes me shiver. i trace the outline of your nose and how it drapes the
darkness over your mouth,
ever moving from the fire in its place.
and i know.
i know, this distant cabin,
and the snow on the mountains
the image leaking into the wooden frames
onto the dusty table that just sits there, waiting for the morning,
and your face that brings the feeling of tears painfully behind my nose
will remain here in my mind,
calming me.
for now, i will bank on this, because...
pictures are better than reality
and reality hurts like hell.
i'm sorry,
i'm running away.
but really, to where does one run
when all I can see
is snow,
covering mountains
and tree barks and ferns
falling into the distance that is this world,
and my desire, a blank exhausted
now.
a forever.
5 comments:
where to run when all you see is snow? why, that is when you pull out the blow torch. XD
Can I ask who this one is about? (is it who i think it's about? (if it is, then it's a boy)).
btw, i feel i should speak for amanda here: "oooh, you kidnapper..." (and this is so obviously completely about kidnapping :P)
wait i thought every song was about reproduction or having a baby?
no, those are only my poems. yours are about... oh wait, never mind. i think you were the terrorist and everything was about bombing and miriam was the kidnapper. i'm sorry. i made a mistake. :P oops
ah yes i do recall that... (but to be fair that was based off of ONE poem)
...ummm, so you weren't with us when i got amanda to read a good bulk of your poetry. it wasn't just one poem, hun. she just only left visual proof of it in one poem.
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