Little bits of floating fluff upon a summer’s day,
I catch you with my earnest grasp, you cannot fly away.
Gently like a butterfly, caged with finger-bones
But sitting, brushing on my palm with plain choice of your own.
Little bits of floating fluff upon a winter’s day,
Cold enough to bring the snow, but warm enough that it can’t stay,
I lick at your sharp center as the blood begins to flow,
I could not bruise you if I tried for if I did I’d let you go.
Whiteness is the purity of ownership and owned.
Freedom as we fall away, away from those we’ve known.
How I made you with my hands is still a mystery,
Perhaps I merely caught what’s there and let it sing and let it breathe,
Words upon a page, pretending innocence of youth,
Coming from my heart-- I only try to speak the truth--
Coax me into thinking that I’m something more than me,
Make me think there’s something more than just a girl that bleeds.
But these few words are merely those that I found lying there,
Words that had to come together, this one here and this one there,
Floating all around my head, more with passing days,
White like blossoms, white like snow, white like gentle haze.
And even when the words begin to turn to gentle songs,
Taking on a new found meaning, internally longed,
Notes that flow the circle of my mouth and circled breath
Ride the wave of my tongue’s changing syllables to death,
That place they reach at their one end, when life begins anew,
The life I breathe into your mouth, the only thing that's true.
I know that you are something more once I have had my way.
Still it’s hard to think much of my carefree, child’s play.
When words are beauty in my ears, howling, strumming, soft
I want to own them, make them, mold them,
Want to beat them till they cough
And if they start to bleed
I give them sympathy
But there are prices all must pay, anyone who disobeys,
Anyone one who cannot see when looking back when, free, we flee
And it is me they must obey,
me who disciplines,
Or maybe it’s just me that blames the words, the world, for my own sins.
3 comments:
in the middle, breath = breathe?
i like it. the ending is surprising. are you around? in class? i tried calling but you didn't answer. i need to talk to you.
thanks changed it:)
as far as the ending, that was intended
haha i'm talking to you now
:D yay! except i didn't see this until now, so we didn't have the whole two conversations at once thing going on.
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