Act one scene one.


SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

Elephants sitting on my chest
Breathing staggers involuntarily
My pulse runs in her marathon
The thought of a Juliet wanting

A wise man considers time on earth
Love sometimes foolish wasting air
My waterfall pray the hands of hope
Her streams of erosion cutting deep

Easy addition causing problems
Charity served only as carry out
Revolving doors inspire our recess
Do I decline fate over my threshold?

Slipping through my fingers
Juliet through my fingers
Twin shadows a dead ringer
Past sorrow pulls the stinger
Juliet through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers

The apple of my eye hits bottom
One last chance needs another
Her bass drum gives my heart a rest
The thought of a Juliet wanting

A foolish man takes folly for a ride
Most of his life lives in yesterday
Catching a break chains his excuse
Wine in the place of hundred proof

Easy addition giving me problems
Charity served only as carry out
Revolving doors inspire our recess
Do I decline fate over my threshold?

Slipping through my fingers
Juliet through my fingers
Twin shadows a dead ringer
Past sorrow pulls the stinger
Juliet through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers

Through my fingers
Like a bubble bath
Through my fingers
Juliet through my fingers

Through my fingers
Breakfast in bed
Juliet through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers



Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
All rights reserved by author 2014





Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-06-18 at 17:27

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Huh, this is suprisingly good.
2014-06-21



I enjoyed reading this romantic poem in your own unique manner of mixing the erotic, the romantic and the humor into the same poem. Outstanding verse: "A foolish man takes folly for a ride
Most of his life lives in yesterday
Catching a break chains his excuse
Wine in the place of hundred proof"

~Ashe
2014-06-18