ftrestarr*

Insane in the Membrane
2003-12-20 06:11:38 (UTC)

EEEEEEEEEE

Through many years of spearation..I found him. Alone. How
have I lived in solitary neglect when he is lonely. I walk
independent into his path. cold spreds. Gazes exchanged but
tounge held. I bounce back. Fresh eyes..they wander, want.
His mind is racing with gorgeous silent speech. He looks at
his feet. While he studies the scraps of life lying there
on the earth..The sky is dark and moody following his
emotions withheld. his back is rounded his arms empty.
sharp is his brow, but he's beautiful. I stable myself with
my hand on the ground..it is cold, as well. He's not
judgemental rather acceptance surrounds his body. I study
his position. His forehead is scrunched..confusion. His
ears open but closed off..he is mute to the obvious. his
lips, they quiver in hesitation as I approach. slowly his
eyes, they rotate to mine..salutations are in the past yet
nothing conversed. Time passes now, not enough to grasp and
he sits straight in his place. His eyes twinkle, and I
flutter. He works me. Inept is my emotional status. I have
been taken by his intellegence. His eyes wander no more.
They are fixed on one thing, the reflection of what remorse
and independence left him with years earlier. But he
loves..his presence says it. Force is killed..everything in
his forehead is at ease. his cheeks colored with grace. And
those lips.."Thoughts of him, bring positive curve to my
lips, gleam from the depths of my eyes, a geographical rise
in my cheekbones--he makes me smile."




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