[?]
You take me in your arms
And I wonder at the curve of your shoulders
And,
How,
If you move just so...
I can see the Georgian sunset beyond the arch of your proud neck.
Yesterday I would have given an arm and a leg to have this happen
[But really
If my arm and leg were gone,
You probably wouldn't think I'm beautiful anymore.]
So today-
I examine your kiss with a clinical interest
And give you an olympic rating
[8.5?]
A little too rough, better landing next time
I wonder what my mother is making for dinner
As your hands slide to my hips and pull me closer
Spaghetti, most likely.
You mumble incoherently
And run your fingers through my hair.
I think about yesterday
and count the cracks in the ceiling
as they spread to infinity.
Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 00:49
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Arms & Legs
You whisper that I'm beautiful.You take me in your arms
And I wonder at the curve of your shoulders
And,
How,
If you move just so...
I can see the Georgian sunset beyond the arch of your proud neck.
Yesterday I would have given an arm and a leg to have this happen
[But really
If my arm and leg were gone,
You probably wouldn't think I'm beautiful anymore.]
So today-
I examine your kiss with a clinical interest
And give you an olympic rating
[8.5?]
A little too rough, better landing next time
I wonder what my mother is making for dinner
As your hands slide to my hips and pull me closer
Spaghetti, most likely.
You mumble incoherently
And run your fingers through my hair.
I think about yesterday
and count the cracks in the ceiling
as they spread to infinity.
Poetry by Inked.
Read 839 times
Written on 2005-07-31 at 00:49
Tags Expectation 
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