~a Monologue of Sand~
Her eyes complicated simplicity
dripping under the weight of sour deceit,
melding to the warm wet circles
tainting the already tired bar.
She was soaking up the animosity,
those precious pieces
tunneled beneath the mainstream
of dancing whims and limbs.
From this corner of maybes
I saw a slice of moon between your teeth,
refracting promises, turning aside possibilities.
I was caught; stranded in her thousand yard stare,
my fantasies twisted into form,
tracing circles over her soul.
My ambit swallowed in empty vows
and monochromatic stains smearing bravado.
There were no cotton candy comforts,
no petals of innocence
lurking beneath her electric laughter.
Just frosted intentions, shielding her
from the wet side of clouds
and papering over her shattered whole.
I took my oversized insomnia
into the rusted remnants of today,
left those spirals of copulating smoke
and closed the door on her derision.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2008
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