No Title to Speak of

Mar 13, 2008 - 15:32 PM PST

Naked I sit to ponder
Lick my toes; squander
Staring blankly, you'd like to believe
The wheels turn slowly, methodically
Look at the lovely faces
Placid image encases
Upon a glossy page
Libido in outrage
Adoration from me
Thou wishes to attain for thee
Feeling alienated
You lack what's participated
Nonsensical whims outcry
Whilst rude eyes pry
Truly 'tis a shame
We cannot however be blamed
For mishaps which pertain
To dear Lady Disdain
Green Orbs glowing bright
Admidst the precious headlights
Silently we look in
Shame creeps up and then creeps in
Ears prick up
At the sound of wine spilling from a cup
Raise ME to your lips
Take an elongated sip
The blackness of your hair
Your skin, so fair
Your eyes dark jewels
Thoughts, they duel
Hands, soft to touch
Your lingering musk
Dancing in windows
The spirit shadows
Whispers of my feelings
Are seen gallantly fleeting
Astonished as I
My pernicious sigh