Post by Ramona on Dec 26, 2005 17:25:23 GMT -8
I float above pillows
There’s apricot marmalade on the floor
perhaps it now tastes
like your lips
Yet colder,
I hope
for your own good.
But I’m not sure anymore,
once again it’s snowing splintered glass
It looks like someone
turned the world upside-down
shaked it a bit, and walked away
Its all reversed,
as the palms of your hands
when you held them against mine
No, no, I try to remember
it should be present tense
It is not past, because we hold on tight
someone simply shaked our giant snow globe
Yet maybe if we wait here long enough
glitter will start falling from the sky.
We’re trapeze artists with soft safety nets,
where it is a lot easier to be
than up here.
We fly over pillows
and I kiss your soft soft arms
Hoping you’ll give me artificial respiration
now when I have forgotten how to do things the usual way
In silence the marmalade-jar broke
and We trickle away
through the fissures in the enamel.
by queen of rain
There’s apricot marmalade on the floor
perhaps it now tastes
like your lips
Yet colder,
I hope
for your own good.
But I’m not sure anymore,
once again it’s snowing splintered glass
It looks like someone
turned the world upside-down
shaked it a bit, and walked away
Its all reversed,
as the palms of your hands
when you held them against mine
No, no, I try to remember
it should be present tense
It is not past, because we hold on tight
someone simply shaked our giant snow globe
Yet maybe if we wait here long enough
glitter will start falling from the sky.
We’re trapeze artists with soft safety nets,
where it is a lot easier to be
than up here.
We fly over pillows
and I kiss your soft soft arms
Hoping you’ll give me artificial respiration
now when I have forgotten how to do things the usual way
In silence the marmalade-jar broke
and We trickle away
through the fissures in the enamel.
by queen of rain
