Separation
Distant footsteps
Rattling keys
Tag: anticipation
Glide (day 789)
Would you glide under me
If I told you how tremendous your advantage was?
Gently laying your hands
Upon my aggressive hips
Digging deeper for anticipated passion
Rustling night air with sensuality
Do you like the way music
Catches hold of our souls and ignites fire
Hidden sublimely in the embers?
There is a saturation point
Where sight isn’t relevant
Eyelids gently shut and
Eyes rolled to the sky
Toes curling in an arching kind of way
Just like the small of your back would feel
If I were to encourage you
To glide under the touch of
My well trained hands
Like a man as a lover should
Fixed (day 248)
A feverish sweat
Locked in anticipation
Will it be fixed?
Or will it be jinxed
Dusting the caps
Removing all traces
Leaving no remnants
Of the ghost gone past
And here I boot madly
With high hopes of ability
Delay for the gods
To bless serenity
Temperance (day 246)
When the grass grows long
And finds itself getting shaggy
When the leaves turn brown
And find themselves defying gravity
When the motion is heard
And Doppler enforces his rules
When the oven does smell
Yet the stomach still growls
We find ourselves at a tipping point
A pinnacle at which there exists at most two roads
To the left, and to the right
The blue or the red [pill]
And at this choice,
Burdensome to many
A blessing to most,
We poise, ready for takeoff
Can you feel it?
Does the anticipation,
The calm before the storm,
Raise little hairs on your neck?
[For surely it does]
It must remain all that we have;
Lead temperance to control
The most irate of our desires
And when the grass gets cut
When the gravity grabs them leaves
And the sound pierces thine skull
The stomach, it shall sit content
Glue (day 132)
Inner itch that plays to no ones fiddle
Game long started, yet to finish
Found the tires flat, found the pencil dull
Found the motivation deep inside
Crawling around like honeycomb bees
Searching endlessly for a uncovered secret
Society, creeping deathly in
Florescent tie died loose fitting clothes
Counter balanced with extra large purse
Flown away with sweet smells of incense
Memories that glow with remembrance
A melody that fades away the further gone
The night the smoothly unravels
Anticipation slowly fades in focus