![]() methinks wethinks too much dear sirA Poem by amiri
paint your kiss in espresso drips, i'll meet you in between your 'always cold' and my (stage direction: breathe) near constant radiation our fingertips the seams
to lap up the whipped cream i show off my habitual addictions my hands are made for such as these
or holding place about your waist (illustrate) but striking strings and writing whims(-ical) journeys amidst the staves
'what am I feeling?' ask's oneself 'put that in wondrous words' (woeful exhale) 'it never happens' I reply both sides have their flaws my diction falls too short to show and I feel nothing at all what words but void, anaesthetised describe my faculties' withdraw'l?
believe in this? me? (of course) i think maybe i'm scared i have this problem (everything) with looking out ahead i'd love to fall in (insert cliche) with a winter setting scene but surely all falls lead to landing hard at incredulous speeds I'm trying my best, you understand our pace suppressed my needs.
6 cups later i'm getting cold the air con's in my face my pest friend Jack is fidgeting “let's vacate this corporate disgrace!” I think it wrong to give this write a satisfactory perfect cadence so off we away into the night...
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Added on December 3, 2009Author![]() amiriUnited KingdomAboutTimes are looking grim these days holding on to everything it's hard to draw the line and I'm hiding in this empty space tortured by my memories of what I left behind more..Writing
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