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Trying not to fall hard on words To find solace in unspoken ones My glance is smitten to that that is not you All that is written is kin to us too As well, in good tongue The ornament dangling high in my mind It glitters and beckons and leaves me awry A phantom in it's element Torn, not askew To the lopsided love that saunters To the fanciful affair that faulters And without trying to stay close to this A mind, like a hand, that closes it Holds a pang in it's palm, transparent as it be Apparent as it be The same hand that dances circles That swats away the brambles on the tangled tale of internal zealousness The lips that mouth the word "Jealousness" Present the tounge that bleeds whats left unsaid
There's an inkling on with us Not a shared glance or and eyefull But a heartfull of remorse It swings and tips like a pail of intention Corrosive like self-infection And for beseeching the latter, to no avail Relient on eyelash wishes And also glances that meant kisses To remain nonplus in this heinous affair To be perverse and tenacious Lucivious, no less To beckon this, at best
A mind, like a hand, that closes it Holds a pang in it's palm, transparent as it be Apparent as it be The same hand that dances circles That swats away the brambles on the tangled tale of internal zealousness The lips that mouth the word "Jealousness" Present the tounge that bleeds whats left unsaid
To beckon tAnd alone in this act Was a falsity, in finer taste Their were the dreamt and the dreamers Jangling, dancing, eyes shut wide But on the outskirt of my mind least Idealy a faltering star like a lost cause Peaked and down fell And with a claque in the wake of us We bowed, and stayed quite still Our toes scalded on the summer floor Pressed my face to the gravel And ratted you out, love To the earth in it's splendor
