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Bluelighter
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One Random Night in August 1/12/02
i awoke in a moment of sheer confusion
struggling to find my bearings
it’s hard to regain your footing, especially
when enjoying the weightlessness of dreamtime.
then awaken by the gravity that is reality.
as i rubbed the sleep from my eyes i feel a bounce as
you lump into bed next to me.
“it’s just me, sorry i’m late,” you say.
and i nod my head, slide rightly, spoon you,
feeling your cotton shirt against my chest.
as i lay next to you i can’t help buy watch
as you drift off into your own dreams…your eyes
flickering with r.e.m.
you are at peace, nirvana, silent, unmoved.
i wonder if it is i who gave you this peace.
if i could ever have such an effect to give you solitude like that.
but here i am at wonder as i spoon,
feeling the heat of your legs noodled together with mine.
slowly i kiss your forehead and brush back your hair,
as awe amasses in my mind at the beauty life has placed in my arms.
my heart racing as i feel your fingers grip my chest.
so tempted to ravish your body with affection.
and as i look to you expecting closed eyes, i see them open
slammed with emotion i have to look away, for this is just too much
for my porcelain love to bear.
i can’t take it…it’s just too much…
and in my state of restlessness i awoke, for it was only the painful irony of dreamtime.
reminding me of a time i was so at peace – with you in my arms.
one random night in august.
so cruel is this moment i clutch my pillow, a tear floats off my cheek.
and i try to fall asleep, trying to forget you…
and that one random night in august.
i awoke in a moment of sheer confusion
struggling to find my bearings
it’s hard to regain your footing, especially
when enjoying the weightlessness of dreamtime.
then awaken by the gravity that is reality.
as i rubbed the sleep from my eyes i feel a bounce as
you lump into bed next to me.
“it’s just me, sorry i’m late,” you say.
and i nod my head, slide rightly, spoon you,
feeling your cotton shirt against my chest.
as i lay next to you i can’t help buy watch
as you drift off into your own dreams…your eyes
flickering with r.e.m.
you are at peace, nirvana, silent, unmoved.
i wonder if it is i who gave you this peace.
if i could ever have such an effect to give you solitude like that.
but here i am at wonder as i spoon,
feeling the heat of your legs noodled together with mine.
slowly i kiss your forehead and brush back your hair,
as awe amasses in my mind at the beauty life has placed in my arms.
my heart racing as i feel your fingers grip my chest.
so tempted to ravish your body with affection.
and as i look to you expecting closed eyes, i see them open
slammed with emotion i have to look away, for this is just too much
for my porcelain love to bear.
i can’t take it…it’s just too much…
and in my state of restlessness i awoke, for it was only the painful irony of dreamtime.
reminding me of a time i was so at peace – with you in my arms.
one random night in august.
so cruel is this moment i clutch my pillow, a tear floats off my cheek.
and i try to fall asleep, trying to forget you…
and that one random night in august.
