Ridiculoquacious
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2001
- Messages
- 9
Gave myself for your comfort,
and would've done the same without that strange ecstatic influence I've come to know.
You took it gladly as I gave it, thanked me kindly and were on your way.
I thought nothing of it really, it was how I was raised. Do unto others...
Again we met and things were clearer, the blood was sober, the eyes were clear.
Never in the past year have I been more surprised, to find that you were more radiant through crystaline eyes...
Your voice flowed like wine, and my thirst would not be sated, and still isn't. Your thoughts were like a beautiful siren, calling my mind out of this tainted fog...
Later on, ecstatically converged again, I found myself not thinking, just feeling...
Skin softer then the word 'home' and toned muscles relaxing under kneading fingers...
So still and beautiful, with piercing eyes, you showed me the beauty of the light of music, and I know I will never get to touch your flesh as I want to...for your heart belongs to another, a kindred spirt of mine, and their heart belongs to you...
There is a beauty in that as well, as there is in all of life. Knowing that you are being held by another, and knowing that your smile shines on another is devestatingly bittersweet, because I care for the one who holds you too, and he is so like me...and the dance of Almost continues...
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I watched the stars fall silent from your eyes...
[This message has been edited by Ridiculoquacious (edited 20 February 2001).]
and would've done the same without that strange ecstatic influence I've come to know.
You took it gladly as I gave it, thanked me kindly and were on your way.
I thought nothing of it really, it was how I was raised. Do unto others...
Again we met and things were clearer, the blood was sober, the eyes were clear.
Never in the past year have I been more surprised, to find that you were more radiant through crystaline eyes...
Your voice flowed like wine, and my thirst would not be sated, and still isn't. Your thoughts were like a beautiful siren, calling my mind out of this tainted fog...
Later on, ecstatically converged again, I found myself not thinking, just feeling...
Skin softer then the word 'home' and toned muscles relaxing under kneading fingers...
So still and beautiful, with piercing eyes, you showed me the beauty of the light of music, and I know I will never get to touch your flesh as I want to...for your heart belongs to another, a kindred spirt of mine, and their heart belongs to you...
There is a beauty in that as well, as there is in all of life. Knowing that you are being held by another, and knowing that your smile shines on another is devestatingly bittersweet, because I care for the one who holds you too, and he is so like me...and the dance of Almost continues...
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I watched the stars fall silent from your eyes...
[This message has been edited by Ridiculoquacious (edited 20 February 2001).]