by Stacie Brantley | |
Published on: Mar 21, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Heart beats And thick lips remind me I can not help it That you've learned the perfect curves Of my hips Or taken hits off my bare chest And I thought you would be there Forever But you have slipped And I have forgotten why So remind me once more Why you're not my perfect kind Fingers laced Lost the meaning of how you taste Crave the salt of your skin And dream of you setting in Where you belong But I pause Emotion aroused to deep to explain And I'll never complain As long as you hold me near Kill away all of my fear Give me memories of the love I lost And beg for my feelings to halt But they toss In the ocean Where my feet shoeless and wandering Dig into the sand You shrug as I reach for your hand Even though my eyes still see straight through you. Infatuation is a complication When you've taken the stability from an innocent lady But I blame you hardly for insanity Only for a sweetness that wakes me every morning To a cruel and unbearable place But somewhere your arms are waiting So I have no problem pausing And giving as much time as it takes to decide why My body constantly wails your name « return. |