Monday, November 21, 2011

resist

beneath the fiery glance
a ripple,                  

a trail of gentleness,
fireflies tracing a
song.

time gently ruffles your
conviction of my yet un-
fulfilled role as your first
violator, your standard of
insincerity, your (secret)
lover.

within these gaps I
flow, these moral slippages,
the obscure realm between
vision and desire,

quietly invading suspicion,
for I am formless yet, inhaled
by you as you resist

my finger on your eyes now,
my voice in your head.

2 comments:

M said...
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Philophobic said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fZwVw0MlOPQ

This.