|Threaded Disbelief in Whispering
Author: painting andromeda PM
I want to take you between my hands and work tiny needles through your silhouette.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 234 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-05-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2458987
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Wind flirts with midnight,
breathes life into these
oleander-white drapes, writhing and
dancing with the hour,
toying with the floorboards beneath it's
You, in the corner
whispering songs to the wall.
But how I want to take you
between my hands and work
through your silhouette.
to that body;
I approach your corner,
dilapidated with the shadows
tattooing their contumacy upon
your supple breasts.
But oh how I wish to paint you upon myself-
weave myself into your body, a spirit
gone dry in it's dignity.
I will sew your eyes shut with my sharp breath
and flower-filled-recollection threads.
Wear you as a shadow.
And you stand alone, naked in this corner-
a plague of beauty staggered across
this wall filled with shadows;
ridden with dust.
(I want to take you and swallow you,
choke on your impossible perfections,
indulge on your bliss
and breathe in your nudity).
But my wrists in wishing are
like a crucifixion
squalor in succeeding
I murmur through a floorboard
to the sunrise,
gently kissing the room's gloom
'The threads it takes
to make you.'