Camera, Action, Sex
What is it about this figure that stands between us?
Do we allow it to stand there Forever?
I want to be there with you.
In 5 months what will we know?
Will we know more or less?
It matters.
I see us spread out on paper,
Like ink blotches, forming,and coming together.
Thrashing about like Hollywood lovers.
It's a fantasy.
It is as if it was produced to seem
Like we can never reach desire.
And the direction is scattered, unclear.
Our dreams understand more,
It focuses on exactly what we want.
They show me a stage of actors,
And you are what I want, we both feel it.
I search for you,
And there you are.
Copyright © Sarah Mullan | Year Posted 2014
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