Author: Faithless Juliet PM
The fever frantic pitch of blue-gray trepidation.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 403 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-31-04 - id: 1708251
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There's a purple could outside
blue-gray haze of trepidation
at the absence of myself
from the days that I live in.
drips over my head
and the lovers
who like everyday wait for the bus with me.
to all but complaints of the situation that surrounds them.
To some rain is a blessing
while to others its a curse
I'm still deciding.
These lovers seem alone immune.
He's kissing her again
pressing his lips to hers
like a playful kitten excepts his love with mutual affection.
The on coming day is all but a whisper now
in the morning
and blue-gray trepidation.
The mad man-
(the woman hater)
like always is screaming again
coming off his nightly booze
and lack of loveliness
to calm him down.
and like everyday she is his victim
for once I wish he would come after me
I'd show him what a woman's hand is for.
The white boy
I notice again
as his fists clench
he would kill for her
in this moment
but the girl ignores it.
Pressing her lips to his harder
tenderly trying to calm both men down while killing two birds with one stone.
Theirs a ring on her finger
as she presses her hand to his cheek
to feel his skin
or keep his eyes away from the mans raised finger I do not know.
I admire her for that
we only know how violent men can get
when their pushed to far.
I watched as her husband
and his eyes become feathers
softening to all sites now that he is against her.
The rain swells again
the fever frantic pitch of blue-gray trepidation.
over us all like nightmares
the players of its turmoilly embedded script.
I see the blackness of the sun
this blue-gray trepidation
pridefully standing as judge and jury in my trial.
The glow of nothingness
is, like I've said all along
and not the writing itself.
The lovers are again fascinating me
and the way that this woman can calm her man down
I envy that
and my own absent lover
who battles his own demons
in the face of this blue-gray trepidation