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Daisy Chain Jun 2013
At first it falls
pirouette
swishing between
the silhouette
delicious
tiny little smile
unfurling
for a whispered while.
in her sweetest
tiny hands
strong and meek
laid but
a lovers chest
effortlessly, eternally
out of breath.
Daisy Chain Jun 2013
The lips that seal,
seep no dirt.
The eyes that shut,
see no hurt.
The ears turned out,
hear no lies.
The hands laced back,
feel no flies.
The nose turned up,
smells no muck.
The fingers crossed,
avoid back luck.
The mind kept mute,
sleeps in bed.
What is left,
might as well be dead.
Daisy Chain Jun 2013
I couldn't possibly. I wouldn't dare.
Thoughts that caress and meander in there.
Move me, press me, make me feel alive.
Scratch me, turn me, inhale my inside.
I want to merge, so I can let go.
You want to surge, to feel that flow.
I know.

I want it all, I want all the dark you have.
Cracking all the edges, lets go in the cave.
No one will ever know, they have them too.
The moments come up, then down.
Fire burning between the two.
Light me, scorch me, breathe in my flame
I want to burn, brightness without pain.
You hold us back, to feel that glow.
I know.

I know you now,
I know you.
I am making space inside you.
I feel you now.
I feel you.
And just for now...I am you.
Daisy Chain Jun 2013
Lets all for a moment take a deep breath.
In
then
out.

Lets follow this with the desire to understand
the admired
and
the ******

If you're still with me, we may have a chance
to
lower
our fingers

With these new found free hands, lets hold
our own
hands
and walk on.
Daisy Chain Jun 2013
Tree leaves shake, dancing for my eyes.
Many trees have come
before and will come
after
the most beautiful leaves have fallen
from the one in my kitchen window.

All the winters that have been and gone
taint nothing about
this particular
one
as it blows across the skylight
of my tiny, windowless room.

So why do I pine inside
to be special within
to be the only light
shining upon
your eyes
as they happen to focus on my body
tracing my face in the lamp's shade.

Like the winters, I have come
blowing across your dimmed sun
not the first
may not even be
the last
but I am here, now. With you.
in this room with too many small cupboards
and the smell of a growing familiarity.
Daisy Chain May 2013
The turning of the sleeve
up and over my wirsts
straightening the collar
moistening my lips

the curl of the smile
punctuated with a grin
the twinkled iris giggles
a **** kind of sin

I watch you perform
humour, charm and ease
the need to be believed
a backward kind of please

I let it wash on over
my ears like a hum
soft and forgettable
like a slowly rusted fun

You may start to taste it
that ever daungting flavour
I may have been your lover
but i am my own saviour.
Daisy Chain May 2013
fallen, i have crawled in
the rounded purple bay
stallin', crestfallen
your fingers so far away.
from my hair,
my cheeks,
the tears that tickle my lips.
defeated, twenty feet in
the cave that holds my drum.
beaten, wholly unsweetened
honesty dolled up
rolled up
covered in a velvet scroll
sinful, cinnamon smell
of the smoke
that fills both of our lungs.
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