I Still See You

I Still See You

A Poem by Scott Lee

Moonlight trapped
 your eyes

electric white possibilities dazzling my bleeding vision.

Red slivered rivers burning
 formless in my eyes of silence.

I still See You.

Your ghost became Rain

Dripping steady in my Pond.

Outside the rectangle window
I hear a man screaming in the streets
close by the bus depot
 everyone is going mad.

 This is how I feel.

 Soon the cops will come and beat and arrest us all.

 I still See You.

My love won't stop Leaking out into Forever.

I try to make it stop but your hands are gone
 pulled back, making it worse.

 Long silent conversations are writing private love letters to You
  in my head.

  My heart won't stop painting your face
  wishing You Here
  so I could pull you inside
  kidnap you into my canvas
  and
   let you feel it ALL,

    so you will know me.

  I am true. This is honest.

   My love is a screaming Man
    standing on top of a silver train headed toward a canyon wall
 where your tunnel never burrowed passage for me.

   I still See YOU.

   Restless as Summer fever.
   
Hiking my Haunted Peaks.

   Strolling with my heart in your hands
 
  pulled out from the canvas
  blood spraying wild.

  Your flailing hands mimicking Jackson Pollock
  turning white, Cinderella clouds to a deep deep crimson.

I still See You.

  My love won't stop leaking out into Forever.

 Even though, even though I escaped your prison
   and cut the f*****g chains.

    Moonlight traps your eyes
   in this window
   as I lay and paint You
   maybe as a way to put myself through exaggerated,
     extended,  and mind bending tortures.

    I Still See You.
   I Still See You
  I Still See YOU
 
And
 
You still have no idea
  how much I'll always love you.

© 2014 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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