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-truth-will you meet me in the spaces
between our fingers

become tiny
atom-like

indivisible, but one

(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)

trade electrons

become
heavier
elements

----

a hollow note
crawls up
my throat

when you
depart

----

twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets

this look

it's the same
and in this moment

this moment is again

----

and your voices
singing as the past
ricocheting off
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
strum af
in the future. nowi cannot tell
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
reasons

--

your thoughts
are like
an avalanche
melting
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
the seas
inundating me
with backwash
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
to drown

--

it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate

--

there was something worth it
up there, you told me

--

no one would ever think to look for me
there
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)

--

you asked never
you asked
you asked never to
never
never to
never
never to sing
you asked never
never t
i love the way i say ithow come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always late

how come perfection could be
                                  could be
                                        would be
                                               cant be
                                                          was?
                                                         was.
                                                          wasnt.
                                                          was it?

   ricocheting back
          and forth
  velocity isnt lost each time
       the bounce has changed
   direction

your lips spill truthyour ardour pearls into cups to catch my eyes
but we do not fall for weakness; pin pricks beneath
my toes and i keep falling

your empty hands caress the washed streets of my cheeks
but too late for the deluge
you stroke tomorrows downstream

you are a word i suddenly remembered the meaning for
misusing it this whole time,
i feel such a fool.

im caught in an updraft of your hello
the easy way that smile turns into my name
turns to a frown

im seducing the last traces of your nonchalance
beckoning him out with promises
of promises

i sense your lips do lie, but we both know
a kiss can last forever and
forever can end with a kiss.
rougebetter things are sleeping than awake

she vanishes out of doorways
as gracefully as grey
clears to reveal lips
you want to touch with the tips
of your fingernails.

just to see
if the top
layer comes
off like wax.

grit you have to peel
out from under, and wade
warm up to the elbows, lavender,
to get clean

perhaps you ought to pay
for winding your way through
the cracks of uneven

there was a story between those
sighs, those sites, the
angles of you, the fuse,
the spark, the dynamite

the debris

the in-the-pocket-hi(!)
erarchy

Lickingback the lid toa newmorning.In
side it's abit offwhite, littlebits of
I'm
eyes and itMost of what I know is false. Being eaten up by doubt and many individuals' self protection measures. Most of what I know is true. Spat back out in times to spit into faces.

Will you catch my words before they fall? Hurtle them back at my liar lips before I let them drip my forevers onto pages unseen

It seems to never matter

Your eyes drafting my humble beginnings,
my horror movie glass gaze,
your extraterrestial hope
Something so much more than this.

All I want is to know
what I
Want.

But there we go again, your darling liar, I hover
just above a sequence of events, nervous
to start the domino roll

We begin, begin at the beg
Shh... try again.collecting hollows in paper cup hands

sky peels back
showing crooked ribs

slow trace of rainbows down the drain
"fix it. did you fix it?"

stairway to a silent conversation
echoes continue into twilight
follow eyes into the dawn

misplaced phone calls
crushing blankets, soft socks

there is no use for disquiet

no use in being too quiet

whirlpools of thought materialise
dust clouds pulsing through this wind tunnel
"shut the door. shut the gate."

you press your numbers into here
write your name down

(Valleys cascading from leather pulled mountains
trees holding more worth in years than any sentiment of me-you.

Dry stretchings
youmesmeriseme[

you mesmerise me
you rise me; me's me
me me me, rises you

mire  see you, me e
see you-me, sire
is you (me-you)
(is mess,
yes)
you see me
(some mess,
yes)
i see you
you miser
(misery
yes)
is you
is you
is you
is your me
you're me
(my m
ess)(m
ore)
um, i,
i
rise
yes.
(i'm ire;
you ire)
i rise
you...
(you mimes)
you eerie
(me iri;
you ism)
you see me is i

mes mere?

yes, sir
i is

]
who are you to say nostationed, ready.
heart block-blocking with the sugar rushing
running through my veins is a will to cash in
smile vouchers

i could say i was tempted, we can
all say we were "tempted". but you
don't know what it means when i use
a word; not then and not next year
either, i prophecise.

could you know my thoughts better
than my inner voice says you do?

i hope so

              ihope(not)

i can sense it. even before it decides to invade
every last filled up to the brim part of me
and i can't escape
my fate
no matter how hard i struggle
pedalling backwards
smiling backwards
falling backwards

why is that?

wish i knew

     
it isnt really an island, butthis skin i'm in
it isn't me so much
as my toes
are my feet

my fingers are my hands
my eyes my face;
shoulders, knees
floor

and it isn't me
so much, when i smile
or cry, or fall apart
down splitting sides

it isn't me so much
these lips (that speak
for me) and i rarely invade
the privacy of my heart

but then i get lost, in
all the things that are
supposed to be (me, but
aren't), in who they are

and why (no matter
how hoarse i make her throat
with screaming after her)
she doesn't come when i call

I have I’s in the back of my hedonism.

When I finish there will be a river
Translucent and cascading

“I know
"No, no it's the insecurity,Who am I (to say; to know that these paragraphs and these lines and everything I ever have, will and never say, is worth; is meant, is what I want to intimate, is understood, is mistaken, is supposed to be) fooling anyway?
act i into(beauty)

obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines

my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt

(smelt)

--

this is the wonder of is

--

i miss the genesis
the before the flood

--

the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds

--

the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection

they drip the terror
from your throat
floating downstream

--

a tracing of your skin
under my skin print

injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence

--

it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held you
but no. wrong placewoven snake
nearly touches
the floor
hope the pattern doesn’t
imprint on my face

count the angles
see visions in the
mass-made 1975
but no. wrong place
wrong time
wrong life

hand-face
face-knee
thigh-sigh

playing songs
in my head
and failing
to
for
-get
let's exchangeand i always lived by that moment.

walking backwards on green men flashings just to talk to you face to face
mixed tapes and cds.

-tell them all that we couldve been happy-
-tell them that-
-tell them that we never smiled so much when-

you and me, when we never danced the laws of physics could not contain us

im here standing on this straight line
viewing you in distances
targetting on the view finder

and it seems to me, every day is virtual reality

this could virtually be happening

literal only matters with a snap, bang

your eyes are beating
your heart is wandering

another new obsession with an old infatuation
(you can always
three numbers, and lateHer eyes shone like batteries exploding in a bonfire of lovers’ letters lost of love. Dizzying greys made her face seem softer than her feline scowl would ordinarily allow. But don’t call her, and don’t call her that.
Yet she was taken, in those nights that were for sleep, by someone she would cry decades over spilling into song. Music only as a prophecy for this shining two-toned alloy; electric, gold flares painted on her skin, below the nose, below the hip, teaching girls and boys to mix water to the acid.
I’m sure her scars are neat, like shoes placed at the edge of the bed, ordered before the plunge. Racing along he
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- go away -i am not interested in warranting dismissal.
the seamless effluvial, exiting from distasteful lips; fluvial, moulding, melded into a cuneiform ripple of constance. haiku and rock carvings on your trembling lowest lip.

you breathe in the burning, and ash your silence as a distancing of favour, but i do not acquiesce into my abhorrence of your predilection. what's yours is yours after all - and you are what you cannot give up - burning bits of nothing.

we are immutable, unwavering - and if we change - it will be as if we always were. we do not remember the transitions, we only know of now. you breathe out in a steady rhythm; i can feel your
you say helloof course i am a conversationalist
i slip up on your fingertips and rush
headstrong into devoid-of-care

we shake on it
(the belief that we will
fall) so we take custody

of our fantasies (realised)
before we, exhausted,
exeunt
subconscious. You take offIt wasn’t winter, and I asked a girl to help me pick up leaves in between racing through crowds to avoid how late we both were. I had only met her once or twice before, and I could feel my awkwardness betray my lack of ability to assimilate.

She laughed; we laughed.

Double-sided tape and permanent markers and scissors should be with you at all times: they make it easier to illegally tell the world how you’re feeling.

How I’m feeling fits nicely into people’s bicycle helmets, onto surfaces you drop your ash, buzzing metal a million people have pressed to cross this street. This city is small and large and full of strange
in secondswe move in years
and exit
in minutes
i the lost aloof of breathi know my heart was lost under the door
that night it rained pink and blue
babies too and bruises
i was sure the firmament would crush
like all the lost pieces of paper
onto me under me

i know my heart was lost under the door
the morning it took two trucks to come
and empty out a room
doom was what i remembered with up
down left to be right in an instant replay
of being too small to ride

i know my heart was lost under the door
the afternoon you wrapped up winter
and summer in plastic bags
just rags of years bright coloured
and expensive but nothing is as cheap
as walking away

i know my heart was lost under the door
the inbe
like burning meati have to get away from this absence
of feeling, it threatens to size me
up to shut me down down like a turtle

shelless and bubbling, waiting for
a plate to rest its weary head upon

--

and we cackle deep
crackling our backs
like fried skins
and snap like bones
before spilling
marrow all over
fronts
of clean shirts

---

the texture i can feel most
vividly in my sleep
is your skin

the smell that harasses
me most nights, and snatches
of day, is too

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If you keep your eyes closed

:iconsaturnineguise:

I start, but I begin to faulter
catching myself on cliffs of wind chapped lips
gnawing uncertainty with white spears

                                                    (oh native tongue)
what's spinning you?

The bastard child that thinks I'm a yo-yo.



I begin again, only to fall into
the same too big for you shoes, same glazed (aspartame laced) over smile,
and you. you are... a loss of anything to say



                                                              (lost in the silence, i call)

I wander through cloud parties and sun happenings
flying to the fro
ever backwards, ever forward on tippy toes




here is where, here is where



so much for wishful thinking. and wishes, wishes on every ____,
every _____, every time. you can get what you never really should have wanted.

And when he said no, it meant more. And when she said stop, it meant yes.


There is a day when. Whenever when.



I want to peel my gums back and bleed my teeth out of my mouth. Enconsced between a tremor and a scream, I want to weave you little figures in my hair and perform a reenactment of a collision,
of a thunder crash crash.

Just so you know, you know?


here is where we fall


Oh the way your words shine bright in my ears, mellifluous melodies playing hard against my skin, your mouth instruments blur love into something beautiful. (Something worth keeping, something worth breaking)

You will care? You will dismiss?


I'm in love with your accidental smile and your car crash laugh; we're heading for the emergency room.

I don't want to rain rain down my fire hydrant eyes down on you.


Hang over hips dizzy you into shoes. Place your feet right; you'll win.



You. Spinning me haphazardly, with sporadic rests of sunshine and pretty cloud faces so I can catch my breath and smile.


Quarry calls.
:iconsaturnineguise:
Title = If you keep your eyes closed you won't see the beauty in the wreckage.


This is for ~Dancing-Naked I asked her to write a poem:
one about breathing someones skin in like buttermilk, heart tinglings like sherbet in your chest and smiles that make the world go 'round in dizzy sway, where your feet don't touch anything but sky and ground is all feeling caught in a swirl of touching colours and smelling your voice.

Hers is far prettier than this, but this is an amalgamation of things that I commented to her or babbled to her in various forms, that she asked to be poemed and plus, kind of like milk plus.

:heart:

Oh, and haha aspartame.


AND I wrote this in a comment to the darling *sleepyfeet "rain rain your fire hydrant eyes down on yourself"
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~infidelity Aug 1, 2007
"Oh the way your words shine bright in my ears, mellifluous melodies playing hard against my skin, your mouth instruments blur love into something beautiful. (Something worth keeping, something worth breaking)"

Absolutely, ridiculously gorgeous. This whole peice is just amazingly well written and enchanting.

:heart:
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~saturnineguise Aug 1, 2007
:blushes: Wow, thank you so much for the ridiculously beautiful compliment! :heart:
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~clockworkparadox Jul 15, 2007
I have a pair of shoes that I graffitied with sharpies awhile ago. Along one side is written "what's spinning you tonight?"

I love this enter section, except for the part with too many Ms: "Oh the way your words shine bright in my ears, mellifluous melodies playing hard against my skin, your mouth instruments blur love into something beautiful. (Something worth keeping, something worth breaking)"

and "car crash laugh" is wonderful.
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~saturnineguise Jul 15, 2007
Thank you so much darling :hug:

Do you have pictures of these shoes? :D
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~clockworkparadox Jul 15, 2007
no but someday I will.
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~saturnineguise Jul 15, 2007
I hope you'll show me them when you do :D
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~Forbsie Jul 13, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
Wonderful!
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~saturnineguise Jul 15, 2007
Thank you ! :D
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~profaine Jul 11, 2007
<33 That's realllly good. I really gotta start reading more of your stuff. You're a great Poet :)
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~saturnineguise Jul 11, 2007
Woah, thank you so much! :hug:
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