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Name: an innuendo
Gender: Female
Interests: the arts in general (music,literature,visual), cooking/baking, traveling, seasides, rolling green hills, rhyming, new vocabulary, and existing
Expertise: not existing
Occupation: fortress in the woods
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/8/2005
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| -rain
-rain on my face, melting into skin
-evaporation
-happiness being the evaporation of all organs, of all burdens, of all heaviness
-milan kundera
-poetry on my door
-whether or not that is pretentious
-paint on my face
-llama from lima
-love films being false
-canada/montreal/cold fingers
-interior design
-windows
-making love
-what love would feel like
if it were warm risen dough
if I kneaded it too much
if it would rise
if it would be beautiful in crumb in crust
-making sure I doubt these things
-thoughts
-scatterings, inabilities to stitch them
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-overused poetic form/body/lips
-how to read faces
-the way the stairs up college walk
get so slippery
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| my eyes flicker once
each time I kiss you,
looking for mines in your lashes
that mean I'm too close.
they explode,
twist my nervous system,
stretch
the ends of my bloodstream
beginning to start in yours.
we cross a border of disconnect
and you map my body
with the hissing metal of your after-fire.
I put my glasses down, and
lean in.
outside your door, the light shivers.
the air moves
quietly beneath us.
your
sheets
wrinkle.
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| I began parting my hair again.
faretheewell, bangs.
yesterday I took over my life.
it's not a to-do list; it's a resolution.
I talked to a friend yesterday.
some of them aren't replaced every seven years.
the sun is nice.
I will read on the lawns today.
I should really develop my film.
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| yes,
I don't like umbrellas.
I'm still waiting for something beautiful to happen in the midst of the muddy streets
and the unblinking lights of a fast-approaching car.
I'm waiting for a long exposure; the slow ease of snow as it descends at night
on the color-burned leaves of recycled summer.
I want that slow kiss that lets the poetry slip from my mouth
enough to the rattle my love in the breast of an invisible girl.
I want it more than the clash of fabric and perspiration in a blue green room
where arms skim arms in hopes of finding unknown words.
no,
see me and hesitate like the rain after a storm
on a lily petal,
lingering in a kiss before falling.
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| I took out my headphones tonight. The bass is an old comfort in my head.
I used to take out my headphones to remove myself from the world.
I listened to soundtracks when I studied; I listened to quiet folk in the car to avoid conversation.
When I ran, music would erase my memories of the day.
There is nothing I want to forget here.
I have never felt so happy for so long.
This is every way in which I want to fall in love.
[dawn]
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