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Guest
Laura
The skin that she bares
Holds a warm burnt out glow
That the sun feels up every day
And the moon turns to bathe
Her with new dueled parades
Of confetti and fluid rich hues
Laid down and sprawled
On the cool kitchen floor
We flip back to numberless days
And she holds me so stray
With her strong boyish gaze
As I sleep in the palm of her hand
Now she talks of the Zulus
That had met with the monks
Who were shaven of all of their hair
And how she’s traveled the world
With the dreams that she held
In a cage that is wild kept and free
The incense burns curled
As our eyes dance and twirl
Now our teeth have met too many times
With lips that are full
Of too many men’s touch
She feels warm in the arms of my eyes
One more soft word
And I’m lost in her world
With thousands of other warm souls
Now I come to know
That she’s not up for show
And the one place we touched was our mind
Untitled
He carries a vagueness through all of his words
As he leads me into his field
And I look through his eyes
To the root of his lies
In this room where beauty was born
So the natives all gasped when I took one more clasp
At the thoughts that I sent to the moon
While he just laid back
On the hot burning wax
That he melted to cool my perfume
And if god is a savior then where is the shore
that washed the fear from my eyes
Now my body is numb
From his long toting gun
Poking holes through the doors in my mind
He lights up a fire where he keeps his best squire
As he makes her dance to his tune
And from under his thumb
Comes a newly born nun
That he molded from his purest days
And I run to the door that’s been battered and fraught
By the hands of a badly drawn man
I still open the lock
But know he has the key
To a mind that’s been formed in a ruin
Now I look to the man who’s so suddenly bare
Of the moral that he held too tight
And I cover my bruises
In a sheet of old movies
That my thoughts still play to the night
The skin that she bares
Holds a warm burnt out glow
That the sun feels up every day
And the moon turns to bathe
Her with new dueled parades
Of confetti and fluid rich hues
Laid down and sprawled
On the cool kitchen floor
We flip back to numberless days
And she holds me so stray
With her strong boyish gaze
As I sleep in the palm of her hand
Now she talks of the Zulus
That had met with the monks
Who were shaven of all of their hair
And how she’s traveled the world
With the dreams that she held
In a cage that is wild kept and free
The incense burns curled
As our eyes dance and twirl
Now our teeth have met too many times
With lips that are full
Of too many men’s touch
She feels warm in the arms of my eyes
One more soft word
And I’m lost in her world
With thousands of other warm souls
Now I come to know
That she’s not up for show
And the one place we touched was our mind
Untitled
He carries a vagueness through all of his words
As he leads me into his field
And I look through his eyes
To the root of his lies
In this room where beauty was born
So the natives all gasped when I took one more clasp
At the thoughts that I sent to the moon
While he just laid back
On the hot burning wax
That he melted to cool my perfume
And if god is a savior then where is the shore
that washed the fear from my eyes
Now my body is numb
From his long toting gun
Poking holes through the doors in my mind
He lights up a fire where he keeps his best squire
As he makes her dance to his tune
And from under his thumb
Comes a newly born nun
That he molded from his purest days
And I run to the door that’s been battered and fraught
By the hands of a badly drawn man
I still open the lock
But know he has the key
To a mind that’s been formed in a ruin
Now I look to the man who’s so suddenly bare
Of the moral that he held too tight
And I cover my bruises
In a sheet of old movies
That my thoughts still play to the night