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[dredpiratebunny]

wrote this last night...not sure i like the ending yet, but it made so much sense:

 

 

I can give you anything

A flesh bowl of sweetest fruit

Two stalks of white corn

The storm that rages in these two twilight eyes

Pulling my pockets inside out

Picked dry

I lose my decomposure in front of you

Belly rot outpour

 

I can give you nothing

Mere moments of my destiny

Cold fingertips oozing fuzz, green, and community

The mold never stands alone

Trading in my technicolors

For the shading of the earth

Camouflaged in anti-pigments

Still here, still amongst your winds

Still moving the dust around

 

I can give you something

The press of my skin

The water underneath

These are your calm-closed eyes

This your captured sleep returned

You shut the light off

You silence the TV.

I untamed you

Released a storytelling athlete from your slumber

The joy in your pulse

 

I can give you my best thing

A whirlwind

A cooling down

The shadows of my dirty feet on your kitchen floor

The ghost of my fingernails drowning in your back

My see-through skin the message of what’s to come

My belly full again, bags and rabbits packed

Leaving this open door behind

Comments

[aiwendel.livejournal.com]

i like it.

[dredpiratebunny.livejournal.com]

thanks!...
i miss you british types! *hugs*

[aiwendel.livejournal.com]

:)
*HUGS*
:)
xxxxxxxxx

[juliemarie4172.livejournal.com]

i'm very impressed! we have a similar style. the second to last line is the one that didn't seem to fit... but maybe that is what you intended? that would be my only critique :)

[dredpiratebunny.livejournal.com]

yeah, i can see that...i want to find a better ending.

[pyroguysr.livejournal.com]

A wonderfully personal turn-of-phrase. Beautiful, dear!

[dredpiratebunny.livejournal.com]

thanks!