Reading the lips of love and seduction and just wondering. An old encounter.
With excitement and awkwardness,
And yet I did not hesitate to ask your name,
And will I see you tonight,
You replied, yes I will, but I don't know what to wear,
With my response as "bring yourself and the rain will dress us",
We read each other lips when we met,
Our bodies and souls knew how to make out the rest,
The rain was hard and the scene was set,
We talk through touch and felt with lips of fire,
These fierce, yet gentle lips colliding,
Like the raindrops pounding on the ground,
You cannot repeat these moments in a picture,
Or even a commercial, for these moments are our memories alone,
They see us, yes they do,
And wish they desired,
As these two strangers seduce each other,
Within the rapture of the rain,
I guess they will dream of this, or might pictures,
As lonely, weird souls would do,
But for now, blanketed in this sea of cold dampness,
We have found our warmth, and we won't let go,
Now that rain has stopped,
Will we remain strangers or acquaintances,
Further is question of lovers or even friends,
Once again, we read each other lips,
We clothed each other, before we see lights, blue lights,
She asks "will we see each other again", as in desperate doubtness,
And my desires explained it all,
She just missed it as the rain fell to her eyes,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 03:36
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The rain in her eyes
You called me on the phone,With excitement and awkwardness,
And yet I did not hesitate to ask your name,
And will I see you tonight,
You replied, yes I will, but I don't know what to wear,
With my response as "bring yourself and the rain will dress us",
We read each other lips when we met,
Our bodies and souls knew how to make out the rest,
The rain was hard and the scene was set,
We talk through touch and felt with lips of fire,
These fierce, yet gentle lips colliding,
Like the raindrops pounding on the ground,
You cannot repeat these moments in a picture,
Or even a commercial, for these moments are our memories alone,
They see us, yes they do,
And wish they desired,
As these two strangers seduce each other,
Within the rapture of the rain,
I guess they will dream of this, or might pictures,
As lonely, weird souls would do,
But for now, blanketed in this sea of cold dampness,
We have found our warmth, and we won't let go,
Now that rain has stopped,
Will we remain strangers or acquaintances,
Further is question of lovers or even friends,
Once again, we read each other lips,
We clothed each other, before we see lights, blue lights,
She asks "will we see each other again", as in desperate doubtness,
And my desires explained it all,
She just missed it as the rain fell to her eyes,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 463 times
Written on 2006-08-21 at 03:36
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