about my first love...he smelt like cinnamon


Cynicism


Show me the value of the storm
Raging like a torrent in the shell of life
Hold me and whisper that I'm safe in your arms
In a world where unsurety is rife

Is there a reason why cinnamon mixes with sugar,
To create a concoction so sweet?
Like the cook baking a masterpiece,
The aroma entices the fool to the treat.

Duodenum coiling itself like a cut snake,
Twisting itself into knots
The crayfisherman didn't succeed today,
Now he's pulling in all of his pots.

Please don't remind me of treacherous misfailings,
I don't want you to stand there and gloat
The castle of stone is crumbling up,
The drawbridge smashed into the moat.

Where are you on this summer's day?
With the warmth enveloping the sea.
Where are you on this winter's day?
With the rain thundering down on me.

The water on the window pane makes the sound
Like you're knocking and begging to enter.
I'll let you stand there, with the wind in your hair,
Your excuses can return to sender.

Indecision is really quite hard to fathom,
Between a rock and a hard place
Although I haven't seen you for a while now,
I remember every contour of your face.

Why does your memory torment me so,
Like the waves crashing down on the shore?
You appeared like the knight in a sea of horses,
Now you're dragging my heart on the floor.

I don't think you know what it is that you're doing,
Your plug while the new sink is ordered
Pull your head from the sand and your foot from your mouth,
Your loose stance has been drawn and quartered.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-18 at 06:06

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