You and I
This room with soiled carpet
and peeling paint,
its a mess like our lives,
but its what we give to each other.
She is naked
and I can't stand against it,
the wisdom of her velvet skin,
the passion of the embrace as we become one.
Her mind is wondering deeply
and far away,
she is so high,
sometimes I mess with her mind when she is like that.
She is just staring out the peephole,
stuck at the door,
invisible chains hold her like I'm not here.
I decide to fill her with desire,
caressing her back
and kissing her neck,
it breaks the fixation with the peephole.
We're making love again,
united in the bed
and casting spells upon each other.
In those moments she always says; I love you,
then the moment is gone.
Is it mutual toleration or
are we playing out the best of a bad relationship,
then making noises
and faces,
never really understanding.
My lover, my friend,
is nearly out of dope now
and scheming to get more.
She dresses,
we exchange nervous good-byes,
I love you's
and broken promises.
Well she is gone now
and I'm feeling lonely,
that is the hard part for me,
but she is an addict
and that my friends is real like my love for her is real.
My body is tired now,
but my mind is restless,
so I ponder what she had seen out that peephole
and I take a look,
its such a narrow view of the world all distorted like our lives
and that is You and I.
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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