A person full of Camp and Comedy,
But a serious man, too, you asure.
When you're punching the air
and i'm kissing another man somewhere.
You laugh about it, and I laugh.
That was filthy.
Filthy, filthy, boy and girl, you said.
A girl in black will flirt with anyone
Didn't you know?
She moves the way a black cat moves at night,
On high walls,
Often out teasing dogs.
A man like you should, if possible, understand!
So, What paranoia did you sip, to-night?
Was I your Angel in the end?
Did you see my AngelHead at the bottom of your glass,
Floating above the bubbles?
The next day,
I curled in a ball just like a cat,
Purred and you petted my back.
You said something
And your voice was different,
I didn't know you at all.
What kind of animal were you?
Mythological, I assumed.
My eyes opened wide,
I examined your face,
So, I played along.
We warmed on the sitting room floor
my fingers in your chin.
Your face to the ceiling.
You were totally oblivious.
I've learned the different sounds
of each piece of hell,
Trust me, it has a heart.
Echoing low murmurs and hums.
I always want to get closer to its sound,
It's so alluring,
but I can never hear the haunting noise loud enough!
That's the trick,
The less I try, the more i'm taken in.
Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2014
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