Waterscapes litter the unspoken pretence of my own consciousness
My waking mind is scattered amongst the shore with images of you
As I walk the beach I select amongst them a photograph
And your smiling face beckons me to sleep
In my own self, deep within slumber's sleepy grasp, I can no longer deny
That I am deeply, truly, madly in love with you
The photograph follows me from the girl that everyone else sees
My true body accepts it as a part of my own
And in a moment of pure euphoria
We are bound together by the rhythmic beating of my own heart,
Pulsating underneath my fingertips.















Comments
It's a beautiful piece. That shall remain the same, forever. But maybe... there's something else yet to be told.
Good work, keep it up, as always, my dear...
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http://www.joelalejandro.com
I always love your comments.
And I do agree, things have changed; they always do.
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Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings,
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me...
- Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek, Blue October.
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