I'm coming back with sweet bliss tight in hand & moments driven by tears leading me home. The undertone of my song sounds so appealing in my ears, like that of a decaying piano uttering one last note to be remembered by. A dream of kissing roses is still early in my mind, I can taste the petals on my lips & I seek another kiss. Why do I seek a dream? Why do I swim with weights tied skin-tight around my heart? It's the hope of stepping on shores above the salt waters I drink from; my dream leaves me hoping.
I was once nothing you know, wondering in a sea with a name I married in another lifetime; wondering aimlessly hoping to come across a photo album with my name on it to prove what I feared.
Then you washed me clean and stamped me a name. "Still I must be nothing in your eyes…" these words find their way around my body, running here & there to expose the dirt at the most ineffective times.
Wounds free themselves from years of capture with your touch. The blood doesn't exit at first, it peeks through the hole in disbelief & slowly makes the trip out into the world I've hidden it from for so long. The flow stays sluggish, the aroma is charming…. it almost brings back a memory or two. Gravity seems to not believe in its self today for the blood comes upward as if to give me one last chance to say my good-byes. I've never been one for speeches so I'll kiss the memories…. at first the taste is sweet like that of fresh honey mixed with a bit of wine but as the essence makes its way down my throat a new feeling arises, one that to this day has left me speechless.
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