Christy's sleep [audio]

[rowens]

I'll put the words up soon.


[youtube]OSB1XxDRiMw[/youtube]

[rowens]

like a dancer with a walking stick, I wait for dawn
to crawl, heroically, from your womb, strong
and noble as a caring man can.
with murder on his breath, and filth below his toes.

when winter eats the last desserts,
and heaven washes the sheets where
we both used to lay. I sometimes want
to say something after the desire to say is gone.

every time I taste my blood,
like wax paper melted thick in bubbles
behind my tongue, I think of birth of words.
and what knifed silence holds in store.

like a man left in the rain, for nights,
a chewed cigar, damp with sickness that
survived the dew, I hold the door
for you, and only you, wake up everywhere I call home.

every venture is a straight jacket for our love.
when you try to think, when you wait and say,
'just wait.' my heart always says, no.
I cannot wait, but for you I wait....

until the world that you invent sees
that I and I alone, have caught the water
in my steps, and left the unicorn a horn
to call her mother, and her pets, when nothing else is wrong.

so put your pretty fingers in the ink
that I have bled. and tell our precious fortunes
in the cards that stick like blood to your cautious hands,
and soothes, like art, but truth, your fretting head.

and rest.

[cidermaid]

This was powerful, sad and slightly disturbing in its telling of un-requited love. The trail of wreakage left in the heart and soul damaged by carelessly dismissed emotions is palpable.
Well penned...here the pen has been used as a knife, rather than a sword and the skin has been lifted to poke and explore a pus filled cavity.
It was a good read / listen
Thanks for shareing AJ

[arbil_poieo]

I agree with AJ. So far this is my favorite that you have written. I really like the second stanza, it really has captured the raw feeling thats real and captivating. Truly genius and beautiful.