Living life is shockingly electric. The vibrations play out like music, but isn’t life a dance? Are we not sometimes alone and thrashing about in a mosh pit and other times waltzing slowly in our partner’s arms?
Exotic, toxic, lipstick and a kiss...
Misses and falls
Hoops and balls
This life is bliss
Remembered, tempered, twinkle in an eye...
Speckled and bedazzled
Opened and not frazzled
Parted lips make a sigh
I am yours for the taking as it is my will. However, my will may change without need for witnesses, right mind, nor a signature. Tis but only an allowance which is an unspoken revokable contract.
Broken is not the token
Ill clad in garb which may be garbage
Gold to hold that which cannot be
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Seeing past me into a wall
No, no. I am not there at all
Not seen by any means
Not seen at all
I see though
I see the stare and its blank slate
Chalk it up to something
Alas, who shall write on the bored (no spelling mistake)? ~ Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 11:36pm EST
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