Posted by A nighttime lover
it’s all we’ve ever wanted, besides,
who speaks with a magical tongue
like the old days?
So few can understand anymore
the love-drawn torturous eyes
that have wrecked our bodies.
Stare, it can’t be helped, but to stare
means you want
what we already have
it’s a jealous cycle for sure.
Believe whatever you want
the choice has always been yours to keep,
even as that heavy handed mouth
comes closer to yours,
I’d turn if I were you.
I don’t think affection’s sweet arms
will ever be wrapped around me again.
The one and only thing
I’d use to scream
is too busy
mouthing something pretty
to someone who is too stubborn.
Still, I’d spend hours
kissing your hungry mouth
with the tiniest of little touches.
I’d swear, you wouldn’t even know
I’ve always been on top of you.
The actual matter
of my situation, is this,
my plain and simple speech
is truly misplaced and probably lost.
I smile as if,
I have chosen to speak this romantic dialect
because it was once fashionable and fancy.
The words are forgotten
miles from civilization now
people are too busy
to just stop and listen.
Today, it is a delicate place
where you’re surrounded by poison
flowered beauties,
timeless choices,
but most of all
what is hurting all of us
we’ve forgotten
how it is to love.
All it took
was just one tiny slip up
everyone has been wondering why
it’s taken you so long
to return their messages
or accept their friendship.
And all this because
I wanted to kiss
two centuries ago.
I know it couldn’t of been helped
you fell in love with a voice
that was so softly spoken.
Today is the first day
I want to beg and kneel,
just so I can show you
how it is
when you flood me with admiration.
I want you
to be the chosen girl
picked from centuries ago.
Timeless,
she stands and marks the moments.
Hours pass
and
I fall deeper in love.
Hours pass
and
I can’t help myself,
but to reach and grab for her mouth.
That delicate heavy handed mouth
perfect for everything,
she hates kissing.
Still,
I expect
the best no less.
I want her well read
having understood all the words
in all the lessons ever written
it’s important
that the both of us
understand how it is
we’re to speak
no matter what century
is upon on us.
The once forgotten language
tantric or otherwise
deserves all of our attention now.
Most will have no idea what I’m speaking of,
except her of course
it’s always her
being the one true,
exception,
I’ve come to depend upon.
To come here diligently and read my words
by some sacred decree
thrown on the church steps
by some fat priest.
All I’ve ever expected of her
was an alcoholic afternoon
where we tipped and drank
throughout an entire sunny day
filling both our bellies
with heavy memories.
Filled with spellbound stories,
a totally reverted afternoon
all fun and edgy.
Together, getting way too loud.
Seriously,
we’d laugh at this 21st century,
it’s just like the one
several hundred years ago
where we swore
we’d never settle
we’d never kiss
we’d never let our heavy mouths
touch.
