mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
waiting
absence breeds tabs of yearning
melodies previously unheard of ; engines
purring softly in stalled racecars, metals
tinkling to a tune the senses usually choose
to ignore, shoes stomping hastily as absent
eyes follow in footsteps , leaving
carpet marks in the darkness , pencils
etched furtively on blank pieces of canvas
one last time catching rainbows ; then
the swoop , colors dropping like fantastic
winged missiles exploding silently
with the first few pinches of rain
as you blaze into the drabness of this waiting
i might still be dreaming, i think
No, you are here, neon pink pen of
fantasies in my palm now hushed
closed, pointless, perfect
running in the sea-spray
i feel your breath again
escaping into your eyes
fire under my fingernails
absence breeds tabs of yearning
melodies previously unheard of ; engines
purring softly in stalled racecars, metals
tinkling to a tune the senses usually choose
to ignore, shoes stomping hastily as absent
eyes follow in footsteps , leaving
carpet marks in the darkness , pencils
etched furtively on blank pieces of canvas
one last time catching rainbows ; then
the swoop , colors dropping like fantastic
winged missiles exploding silently
with the first few pinches of rain
as you blaze into the drabness of this waiting
i might still be dreaming, i think
No, you are here, neon pink pen of
fantasies in my palm now hushed
closed, pointless, perfect
running in the sea-spray
i feel your breath again
escaping into your eyes
fire under my fingernails
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