RunnerA Poem by flauxxualRun with desire dearest, don't fear the decisions you don't
have to make, Dwindle on your smiles, and my smiles, hum sweet
ignorance upon your lips as I try to match your art with my art. Ill
paint by number using only the colors of your eyes, so that I may draw
the sun surrounded by orchids and tulips and terracotta castles by the
sea. So if only in our imaginations we can have a place to ask, ever so softly, the mirror on the wall, who was the wrongest of them all. Until then,
this island of misfit toys, and boys and girls, and boats and cars, and
telegrams without wires, and diseases we don't know the names of, so we
call it lust and love, will house our angelic ways, sadistic pleasure
after sadistic pleasure. And when you try to leave, which you surely will, ill follow you around in search
of patterns. Maybe ill mimic your depressive ways, ill seek out the Ménage à trois until i find a divine trinity hanging from my shoelaces. Or you. © 2012 flauxxualReviews
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