Post by Queen of Rain on Apr 7, 2005 8:53:20 GMT -8
An empty grey morning
I touch your lips
Such sensual softness
Like a child, a peach
I feel them move
White ceiling is watching
Cotton fills up
Too much, barely breathing
I can’t hear your voice
Something cuts like long knives
I think they call it Adulthood
And I can no longer
Touch
Your movements
Feel your breath
That moved the cotton
So now its coming closer
Silence
ok I need help with this, I want to focus the poem more on that forbidden touch due to adulthood, anyone got ideas how i can modify the beginning and perhaps the title?
I touch your lips
Such sensual softness
Like a child, a peach
I feel them move
White ceiling is watching
Cotton fills up
Too much, barely breathing
I can’t hear your voice
Something cuts like long knives
I think they call it Adulthood
And I can no longer
Touch
Your movements
Feel your breath
That moved the cotton
So now its coming closer
Silence
ok I need help with this, I want to focus the poem more on that forbidden touch due to adulthood, anyone got ideas how i can modify the beginning and perhaps the title?