Ok, i have to put this out here. read if you want. respond if you like. but please be patient with me in my need to expell some demons that have been taunting me:
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Pin the Butterfly ~ I
Your vacuous soul with it's Adonis facade . . .
The cracks in your face are many and changing,
Shining with an unnatural light of sickness. (The darkest light)
You turn as the cool of her night whispers past your cheek
The scent lingering just moments . . . plain yet exotic
Tempting dreams of a home never seen, but endlessly longed for
Your mind locked in fog flails against the growing need to find her
In moments you are obsessed. You NEED her.
In the crowded room you see no bright light shining, no beacon beckoning to you
As you try to calmly scan the faces the heat from small minds is distracting,
Sucking at your heels like the Texas mud that birthed you.
You push to your mind to the limits, casting about for the source of the
Haunting whispers echoing throughout your fevered brain
You know only she can silence them forever.
The buzz is getting louder when you feel the cool on your back
And hear the voice, so perfect, but not at all what you imagined.
It flows like whisky, perfectly aged and Scottish,
Mixed with sweet, raw, honey over colored glass.
You are hooked and addicted ~ swirling in the depths and over your head.
You wait, impatiently like a petulant child for the moment to speak.
When you open your mouth, you insecurities clamor for exit and trip up the tongue
So used to delivering the candy-sweet words of hidden poison
You are suddenly inept and stupid with one blink of her large grey eyes
The look of total absorption on the face, so focused on you,
The way she seems she would wait forever to hear your utterances
Knocks the breath out of your lungs and she laughs softly for you . . .
As if she can see into your dark soul and find the
Shining beauty you wish, for her, was there.
Suddenly, what she thinks matters when no one else has meant a thing to you in years.
You feel scrutinized and as you fall in love with her,
You resent her for the control she is not even aware of.
You want to control HER.
You need to see her on her knees, begging YOU
You need her need
You crave her desire
You are slowly dying at the thought of her
Turning away right now and leaving, yet you do not even know her name . . .
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confessed on 2000-11-21