On the train and feeling perilous
My mind slides
and I am precariously on your breath;
don't hide, my love
don't hide my love
Forge it into new shapes
like skeleton keys.
I miss the burn of moonshine
but I'm am fingering the bottle
and tasting for tremors
Guilty and giddy and so far gone...
Inhale deep of dewy dressings
as I drive the clamoring to your chest.
Exhale now,
as I draw the poison out
and lick clean the afterglow.
I write of you and me
in the sycamore tree forever
breathing deep the mayhem
like the sweat of our souls dancing.
I run my blade against this friction
and I draw
the blood of fiction
you're made of feathers
hot sweet addiction
as my body strains to listen
for dialogue caught in the crosshairs
for an echo in the empty
my breath is ragged
from sleeping alone at night.
I grow tender in your hands
as my own smash things
I shouldn't be touching,
and I don't want to be better
I don't want to be tamed
I don't want to be reasoned with.
There's nothing in this sentience
that could hold me back
from screaming out
and prying into your name;
feed me to the beast
bury me in the surf
take up with me
and the fireside piano
when the liquor and night
has been
unkind.
The ramblings and photography of a genderfluid maniac and poet. Photography and poetry by Amanda Barnabe. 2004-
Friday, February 5, 2010
Begin
Lay your weary body down
gently over the marigolds, lover.
Exhale the turmoil
inhale this solace
and then let me take your breath away.
I would like nothing more
than to slide down the railing
and spoon you like ginger;
Weave my fingers into you,
we become each other
as I cradle your body
with my heart.
My skin is your skin
against all odds we begin
...again.
Who could have expected this?
The late nights
the flickering light
the will to live
and dying rites
kindred spirits in a world
of star crossed lovers.
gently over the marigolds, lover.
Exhale the turmoil
inhale this solace
and then let me take your breath away.
I would like nothing more
than to slide down the railing
and spoon you like ginger;
Weave my fingers into you,
we become each other
as I cradle your body
with my heart.
My skin is your skin
against all odds we begin
...again.
Who could have expected this?
The late nights
the flickering light
the will to live
and dying rites
kindred spirits in a world
of star crossed lovers.
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