Blogs: Resist You


You can run eight fingers,
Through my blood and -
Live out the dream of
A beautiful something...

Nothing out of the norm -
Save for perfumes and
Poems...
Paper hearts in different colors,
To make sure it's
Known...

I feel -

That the warm sun star
That lights your eyes -
Is the same sweet soul,
That lies inside you...

And I could ride for
Days, on a bike through
Yoursville...

And I could kiss the page,
Where the pen that
Wrote you -

Rests and bleeds -
Black,
And pleas -
To be picked up
Again and
Needed...

I picture your smile, and
Can't write a thing -
I'm too caught up
In marrying -

The right words to their thoughts;
Most just find proper plots -
Where they're buried,
Because they're not worthy and
Are barely -

Fit enough to fit you,
I'd give a year to kiss you -
You're all my living tissue,
That's probably why I can't
Resist you...

Sol-T
2/22/2005

 
 
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