Boys and DovesA Poem by lunarfleshOf falling in love much too quickly and despairingly.
To remind yourself how to swallow, The lump in your throat To remind yourself - so shallow. Were your feathers stuck in a nightmare? His metallic tastes to savour, For time lacking closure. Damned beauties to murder, Within their blessed exposure. Perhaps, it'll be your orange dots, Stitched athwart your blank thoughts. And it is your last bleak shot, Is it? Your bright spot... My blemish embracing the outcast You now know you need To come and go fast. Perhaps, fluttering doves And sinking swans Are the price you pay? For misjudged fate For your fall from poise, The mistakes I've make, The non-taken choice. But what is there to say, When you have no voice? With features ever holy and numb, Midst lore you turn the page With nimbly sliced thumbs, In fright of dust to be bent Hearty humiliation to shove At the uncanny prizes above, You boldly distract yourself From all time that's spent Because it may never end. Should you know I don't want, that I still do not crave: to see your pretty face With eyes tied in the streams of grace Cheeks tainted with swollen wounds Sealed with blood, framed with sounds Spoiled moans stuffed with clouds. That I don't want to see you, beautiful boys, To drag hope down, to spread misery around, To break into shades, alive and burned Amongst the homely streets, where you churn I don't wish you to wonder what pain is for At recognition your whimpers in hearts may bore, But I want to see you weep and plea no more. O, dry
petals wait below Locking your reveries of affection No more beautiful boys To wait, for cries and confessions No more beautiful boys To throw away my veiled toys My twisted feelings of devotion Preventing me of all emotion. © 2011 lunarfleshAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorlunarfleshSão Paulo, BrazilAboutAll in all, the same changing self. But there are things I find I love through time: bones, leaves, botany, cinema, dust, coins, pigeons, suitcases, colours, the sea, fireflies, astronomy, anatomy, ra.. more..Writing
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