Sunday, April 01, 2007
Spring Dream
just one illicit kiss with the sun behind the ferris wheel
the sky has melted into the sand
I turn my cheek
up to meet you on the right and like one of those old 80s sitcoms
you kiss me modestly like
those married couples do
I don't have to smile because the world is blazing for us
a kiss for romanticism, a kiss for dramatism, ( a kiss for plot purposes only )
e.e. cummings - i have found what you are likei have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
belle epoque at 1:55 AM