01-08-2013, 02:09 AM
Edit 1 Arbil
Fuck you and your fantasies that cut me out and cut me up.
I fist the sheets that jerk and pull in satin wake, with you inside.
The heat between your ghosts and you, soaks and stains
your screaming nights and chills the gap between us 'til I freeze.
I do not wake you as I used to do. I do not want to hear you in the dark;
you with your dribbling psycho-babble excusing you with me.
Frigidity comes second, frozen out comes first: if I ever came at all.
So we are back to you; you call the silence pride. What is this pride
that never shines in light to shame the day, that never speaks its name.
Look at me, you bastard, I am real. Touch me or I will become your dream.
tectak
Jan 2012
Fuck you and your fantasies that cut me out and cut me up.
I fist the sheets that jerk and pull in satin wake, with you inside.
The heat between your ghosts and you, soaks and stains
your screaming nights and chills the gap between us 'til I freeze.
I do not wake you as I used to do. I do not want to hear you in the dark;
you with your dribbling psycho-babble excusing you with me.
Frigidity comes second, frozen out comes first: if I ever came at all.
So we are back to you; you call the silence pride. What is this pride
that never shines in light to shame the day, that never speaks its name.
Look at me, you bastard, I am real. Touch me or I will become your dream.
tectak
Jan 2012