Deja Vu

 

 

 

I know where you are.

Waiting

Irreverent

Your wondering what to expect from me.

But tonight

I feel not the pressures

Of your expectations.

Only a sweet calm

Serenity

I open the heavy oakdoor

Like I have so many times before

When I was

Angry

Sad

Drunk

Ecstatic to see you.

Turning the brass handle

I step into your safebox

I’m transported into your thoughtdreams

Which I know keep you awake at night

I feel your mind which weighs heavily

In the air

The air, of which that sweet aroma

Of smoldering incense roams

Both of us are wrapped in our own vanity

I’m shielded by a sort of insanity

Which I know is the namesake you keep for me.

I take a seat on the hard floor

With a Becks held by delicate hands.

I ask you, how are you doing.

When really, I’m thinking.

God, I miss you.

Reviews

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i appreciate your insight, dahling!...this and Untitled are the two most recent poems i've written, and you can see that i'm starting to develop a voice a little bit...instead of just writing all over the place and playing with different styles.

Flows very well, not over written, very good. You can write, don't ever doubt that. Good imagery and descriptive words like brass handle, oakdoor, smoldering incense and Becks paint a good picture.