Untitled Rambling

In all honesty, its a brutal beautiful whimsical place to hide

I can see the colors and hear the songs

fascinated with wishes and golden daydreams

and I imagine I’m pressed against your back

arm wrapped around to feel your heartbeat

and kisses that say I love you

when my fingertips are whispering

every fantasy

and my eyes are closed as I picture

infinity and forever

what does the universe smell like?

Is there a hotdog stand at the edge

proclaiming the beginning and the end?

I’ll never understand why I can daydream I touch you

but never feel you.

Like a dimension that was scraped out and thrown away.

It should exist, and its there, right at the edge of my mind,

where the taste and scent and feel of you somehow drift away.

Smoke and vapor and shadow and faded.

Worn out and used up and fell apart

with every wish and hope and dream.

And so I rebuild and construct and devise this plan

to remember every detail

of lips and lashes and wrinkles and smell and taste.

And I’m the dingy in the dinghy lost out in the dark,

Black water and black sky,

reflections of you the only light…………..

Mesmerized and tantalized

maddened murmurings

and wishful thinking

 

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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