09-14-2013, 03:40 AM
(09-11-2013, 09:22 PM)ellajam Wrote: edit #1I wouldn't use the word 'tis' on account of it just being an olden days way of saying its. Just leave it out, just leave it at...
love
its light touch
its silent electricity
that powers us
when cement shoes
have stopped us cold
anchored in the weeds
love
its barely perceptible
kiss on our foreheads
establishing connection
through dilated artery
drawing self centered pain
opening a channel for escape
love
its two way street
its thread so fine
only luck has aimed it
through needle's eye
that sends a pulsing energy
timed to heartbeat and breath
allowing life to continue
when energies seem spent
love
that sucks the gloom
sending in its place (drum roll please)
joy
(cement shoes made me laugh, I'm Brooklyn born)
or, for the less sentimental
tis lust
its light touch
its silent electricity
that powers us
when cement shoes
have stopped us cold
anchored in the weeds
tis lust
its barely perceptible
kiss on our foreheads
establishing connection
through dilated artery
drawing self centered pain
opening a channel for escape
tis lust
its two way street
its thread so fine
only luck has aimed it
through needle's eye
that sends a pulsing energy
timed to heartbeat and breath
allowing life to continue
when energies seem spent
tis lust
that sucks the gloom
sending in its place
joy
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Original
tis love
its light touch
its silent electricity
that powers us
when leaden feet
cannot walk another step
tis love
with a gentle kiss
brushing our foreheads
establishing connection
with its thin tubular tether
drawing self centered pain
opening a channel for escape
tis love
its two way street
its thread so fine
only luck has aimed it
through needle's eye
that sends a pulsing energy
timed to heartbeat and breath
allowing life to continue
when energies seem spent
tis love
that sucks the gloom
sending in its place
joy
Love


