*By fumbling I died, not falling I’ve loved*
I fumble on your skin
I kiss you deep
all over-
tracing words in promises
over forms of inspiration
asking love how you feel
Not so calm-
I second guess both breathings
rising up your chest
heaving down my lips
I find thy
I find me
through dark voids-
each touch holds us back
You tense & rise
you clench in me
you feel you free
you fall for senseless
locked in both elations
falling from my edge
stretching arms in rest
Fear widens your eyes
filled with my perpetuity
as you implore reflection
to hold you close perfection-
hold you ‘til the day breaking
hold you ‘til the world ending
hold you ‘til your heart stays
hold you ‘til my words lie
tighter than your own
liar than two stones
skin weeping hearts
wrapped around these bones
‘Till you moan your enamoured reprieve
searching for the voice
laying for the dove
telling me you’ve loved
the bleeding of my move
Later-
Searching for retreats
to ever deny the moment
of rushing all those streams
if only you’d forget
pleasures you can’t regret
years after-
claming your innocence
long before my absence
you may ever dream-
Over themes that never happened.
(Lx, Julho 06)
PS. I know i posted this before... still i feel like posting it once more. This is a "shared poem"... writen with another shoe girl... www.shoe.org
