Word Hinged Desire

She's sultry on the floor...the writing little whor-...err beautiful woman :)

 

There she stands

Beautiful,

Dark

Soft shaded hands

Filling my ears

With her fears

And s**t

Telling about life

And what to do with it

 

She’s distorted

But focused

Demeanor

Is hopeless

Life is one thing

And somehow

She knows this.

 

She twirls

And sings

Sans diamond rings

And I got this

Thing

 

For her

For sure

I want this blur

To go away.

The eyes have it

Today
And they trace

Their way

Across the soft

Curves of her roads

 

In her hand

She holds

A single white rose

And as she pulls

 It from her nose

 

She believes

It’s destiny.

 

I believe

It’s death to me.

 

I believe

It doesn’t have love’s position

With its lack of color

And thorny disposition.

 

She just smiles

And sets

The rose down

And gets

A red pair of sweats

and a book.

She sits.

Writes

Then looks

Me over

Can I hold her?

She’s 10,000 miles away.

 

Give me a break

Dear lord.

Can’t you see her

On the floor?

As she pours

And pours

Her soul into words

Rounds her nouns

Into herds

Of spotted sentences

And striped blurbs.

 

The page

Is a mess.

But her pen

Must be blessed.

Because the thoughts

Expressed

Progress

Undress

Then regress

In time.

Epic fantasy
Sublime.

I wish

She was mine.

I wish

All the

 

Time

I don’t have

To do this math

It’s half

Again

This fifth of gin

Before I

Stumble in

And sin

One can’t win

But she fills her pages.

 

She rages

In stages

Jealous of her sight

Insight

 

It’s all right

If the past

Won’t eat ya

 

It’s all night

If the love

Don’t beat ya

 

But my eyes

Are tired

They feel

On fire

From verbiage inspired.

From the word hinged desire.

Author's Note

Oh my god the rhyming pattern drifts and sways....sorry.

Reviews

[A LaDy NaMeD D]

it's okay...it still flows lol. I like it.

Danni J