Love isn’t really
What I feel for you right now
It’s more like contempt
They’ll never be me
Or have the title… they want
In….the First Wives Club
Black is the mood now
Nails..Hair..Clothes…Shoes..Make-Up.. Soul
Coal-colored ideas
My body is tight
Again as if I’m reborn
A virgin lotus
He kisses me and
Instantly I return there
Home are his kisses
Here I masterbate
Penetrating the cold
Where heart used to be
I pretend you are
Everything I hoped for
Sweet dreams turned nightmare
I authorize you
To do with me what you will
Cargo is fragile
I still believe in
The power of love and all
The hurt that comes with
What I feel for you right now
It’s more like contempt
They’ll never be me
Or have the title… they want
In….the First Wives Club
Black is the mood now
Nails..Hair..Clothes…Shoes..Make-Up.. Soul
Coal-colored ideas
My body is tight
Again as if I’m reborn
A virgin lotus
He kisses me and
Instantly I return there
Home are his kisses
Here I masterbate
Penetrating the cold
Where heart used to be
I pretend you are
Everything I hoped for
Sweet dreams turned nightmare
I authorize you
To do with me what you will
Cargo is fragile
I still believe in
The power of love and all
The hurt that comes with
I love the 5th one down about his kisses are home. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletethanks Hilary :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting prose. I wrote a post last night reflecting on the power of love - will post it tomorrow. It speaks of how I felt about love, while not saying how I fail to possess the same 'can't live without you' element in my current relationship.
ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to love itself, I wish I could feel like yesterday.