zondag 8 november 2009

Kiss the middle

Kiss the middle, dear friends

Kiss the middle and make it feel

Like you've never lost a thing



Rags, flesh and bones disposed of

Disappointed and quietly

Like the cornered edge of

Candlelight curiosity

Feel it peel

back and


down


and away

Kiss the middle, dear friends,

Kiss it at your finger tip stretch

Let you dance with subtle vagueness

Amidst the raiment of non-remaining

Asking what cannot be reminded

Maybe hummed in the wideness of syncopated beat


Freak


Pause


When all you considered was ever and is only the same...

Kiss ~~~~ the middle, dear friends

Kiss the middle and make it have its wicked way with you

Curl it like a leg over hips and on...




Feel it like the slender star-crossed gaze you gave another

Never let its sight slip - - - - - - - ever!


The warm, indulgent

Late-afternoon strolling kind of gaze

That even in the evening haze

Never forgot you were there




There

There

It's there

It's there

At the finger tip touch

At the finger tip touch

It's there

It's there

At the finger tip touch

Did you notice how much it's there?

It's there

At the finger tip touch

Feel the insides rush

At the happiness to know

It's there





Kiss the middle, dear friends

Kiss the middle and make it feel

Like you never lost a thing



~

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