Intelligent colours

no longer scared to death
of your intelligent colors
as your breath of winterblue
strokes my cheek

I'm safe,
I'm religious

and our path is safe..
fear is buried!
on the ground but it has
run out of revelations
so once again

I faint

you welcome me back to this
to this horrible world
with your wet and warm
bloodred tongue and
we walk, we run
towards the chorus

they're singing,
in a unknown language yet

yet you grasp my hand

the blurry yellow lights,
along with their cancer
gives us 15 minutes
of fame

and we're perfectly still
as hearts quiver
in comfort








Poetry by Jespuh
Read 656 times
Written on 2005-12-10 at 15:27

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