
My window is closed yet still I feel you ache across the glass like a dove.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Words: 487 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 2 - Published: 12-17-04 - id: 1784668
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Nightingale Lover
Your nothing like him
so your hand
on my hips
wont keep me interested in what you might have to say to me.
Love-
oh, how you love
and oh,
how your in love with me
yet I see
all of the other little girls;
nightingale shaded
little girls
that you bring your kiss to each night.
My window is closed
yet still I feel you
ache across the glass like a dove
warming to the idea of my breast tonight.
You
you think you can take hold of me
like he did
saying
that everything with us is over
as though
my flesh were not just a brand
scared with his name
fancy tattoos
and lettering
proclaiming me
to the owner
of lover
against lost-love.
Standing
still
inside the rearview mirror
of fate
I see you crawling toward me
teeth clenched
ready to rip me to shreds
at the first sight of my sigh
against your cheek.
I see you
twisted
and waiting for me
to bend my hand across the balcony and proclaim
that I have been waiting for you
as though your touch
were now needed for me to close my eyes each night.
You
your nothing like him
standing beside me
hands everywhere
against me.
My body
is mine
but I allow you
to take hold
out of my fright and loneliness.
I know what you want me to do
fall
and
faint
into your arms
and let you carry me over to the bed
and lace me up
whispering
"Please be the one to save me
from everything so painful.
I'm scared to death
of living alone
without the touch
and inspiration of love
that keeps me afloat
on this raging river!"
I see your eyebrows furrow
he loved it when I spoke in riddles.
I want you to know
that this helpless state of surrender
is the nightingale
at my window
giving me wisdom
I want you to know that I see you for what you are
and your lips
on my neck
won't fool me into thinking
that your desperation
to get inside of me
is love.
I believe
that you adore my words
and I know that you want to be the phantom hand
guiding my pen
about the streamline of you
however
I don't think
that being naked in front of you will expose me any further then you would wish.
You
your nothing like the one
who's left my side
nothing like the
smile
underneath me
proclaiming
that he was mine
and I
only his.
White washed
hopes
of picket fences
tarnished
inside your scream.
Curse
prey
fall out of my arms
and trail your way back down my roof.
I've put my hair up
and held my hands low
ready for the silence
and submission of being alone tonight
and you
your presence
won't change my mind.
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