Delicate

Delicate

A Poem by Subliminal Silence

trying not to think
of whether or not
you'll let me hug you
kiss you
run my fingers along the delicate curve of your hip
trying not to think
about if you'll let me
hold you close and smell your delicate scent
the hair
so soft on my face
like feathers of a beautiful bird

trying not to think
of how delicate the world is

the machines of the city
bleeding starbucks
through oil slick sores
is so far away
so far
i'm trying not to think about
the touch of your fingers
running along my thigh
to touch me
in that special place no one knows
trying not to think
of the world outside scaring me away into my hole
as you touch me
as you love me
as you moan me
as i breathe you

trying not to think
about how delicate this world is

unfurling like a coat
your body fits so well into mine
touching here
and smelling there
a subtle tongue
disappearing into the folds of your subtle fabric
soft and pink
and damp with sweat
swearing the world is going to come undone
if we touch
in this way
a thousand more times than there are stars in the sky
but there is nothing to make me let go
no fear of damnation
if the world ends with me loving and worshiping your insides
i could die a happy man
worshiping the folds of my goddess unfurling like a dream

open the minds like a secret little box
dark and holding the secrets of a million men to scared to speak the
truth
the truth rings like a gunshot and i know it's a lie
opening things too scared to see between your heaving breasts
i watch and i wonder
i hope
i won't have to think anymore
twisting inside and out and all around and upside down
burning like a smoking cigarette in the forest fire of our lives
you make me disappear
you make me burn down and curl like ash
flicking into the air and disappearing down the highway
hidden in your cavernous body
i watch
safe and protected
by your cage of ribs and sinew
muscle tight and taut
holding me close and never letting me go
hiding me
keeping me safe from the outside world of our minds
outside our minds the world is so cold i can feel the ice cutting
through bones
crushing skulls in half a heart beating the children down

trying not to think
about how cold and delicate the world can be

in your hair
hidden like a thousand faces among the girls curls
the scent of a thousand angels in the heavens with forgotten gods
frayed and forgotten ends
that touch and caress like an angels fingers
running along the contours of bodies
and opening
opening secret places
you'll never see
the delicate places
no one will ever see
there is a way
twisting in and out up and down and outside of the reality we think we
know
but the reality we have
is buried in each other
running fingers along the vitae and vertebrae
caressing the spine like a lover lost in the future that'll never open
the box is hiding the secrets
and the secrets
are as delicate as the world
are as delicate as you
do not drop the world it'll break
and do not drop the cigarette it will go out
drop the ash
but do not drop yourself
drop the world and watch it unravel down the staircase
to the basement where god and the devil play checkers with kings and
queens of a forgotten ages in the darkness of night and surreal measures
of touching bodies i will never forget that you will never touch
that we will never see
and in here
it's the world unfurling like your clothes on the bedroom floor
marred by the flesh of our sweat
bodies burning like crematoriums in the parlor
of our forgotten family dying in the dust in the wind in the world
of the butterflies touching in the flowers
delicate and fading colours you'll never want to believe in the truth
you'll never hear from the lips that will never speak of the
truth you'll never want to know

trying not to think
anymore
at all
it hurts me
it makes me wonder all the wrong things
curious about the wiles of the devils in the women's body
she won't touch
she'll only bite and claw
chew away the tender parts
and leave me for scrap
but in the world we all know
there's nothing that can be done about the things
that don't seem to be really reality real
drop the world and let it shatter
drop yourself and let it break
drop this delicate mess
and we'll be together in the broken stars
from here until the end of forever
burning like a thousand points of light
forever
in this world
i want
nothing more than
to not think about anymore
 

© 2008 Subliminal Silence


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Added on April 19, 2008

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Subliminal Silence
Subliminal Silence

Indianapolis, IN



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