cimorene

so last night, when i was SUPPOSED to write my essay, instead decided to write bad crush poetry. oops. i mean, LOVE poetry. for the first time in 3 years. there's a reason i haven't written poetry since i acquired taste.

<--not a poet

heh. for your amusement and edification. what should i cut to make it less unwieldy?

this (03/02/02)

When you sear me,
Search me
With your poetry.
I fall into the lush mouth of
Under-pink, ripe, and rosy,
And I dream of your welcome
Beyond these bleak fissures of
Every day
When you will smile, and not laugh,
Because the burning of that smile
Scars inside your ribs
Like the desperate clawing
Of a small animal seeking shelter.
You will not kiss me
Because the dream is stronger
Than the mirage of my face swimming before you.
I will not vanish at your touch,
But you will fear it,
In the face of a moment's flawed beauty.
Take me with the broken ends of your fingernails,
The scarred edges of your pity,
The husks of fear and hate.
Take me with the translucent tatters of blue that veil the edges of you,
And I will find you through them.
Give me what you will
And I will make of it
The breath of laughter
That trembles my throat and my wrists
And the backs of eyelids when the sun flings aside a cloud.
If you have not laughed for me,
Laugh at me,
And let me gather the dregs of your laughter.
You will not hear; I witness your solitude
In the breaking spreading stain of my own
And I do not reach out
Only to shatter all.
Once you looked over your shoulder.
Shadows paint laugh lines on your cheeks
And this hitch in my chest
Catches wind from the air,
Cups the bubbles of uncertainty
And spills them, and I watch, and you weep.
Out of nothing, this.