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Comedown: Sun gazing through blinds



Sun gazing through blinds
turns humid bedroom into
orange colored tanning booth
2 flies having sex on my forearm
there's scars on hers
our limbs floats in the straits of Good
but draged by the currents of remorse
and guilt
I want her more than she knows she knows
more about me than she wants to
just need to kiss this voyage of bliss
and hold the tenderness tight
'til she insinuates my departure
her flight

This cradled crown jewel
I feel none but boyish love
her irises are blocked but I do
see they're blue rind

When I dread the dawn stillborn
I'm nowhere near were I wanna be
boiling joy grin sun drenched
far away archipelago's an added friend
hissing my name through the haze
sometimes louder than snakes
hole in my shoe, hole in my skin
too little food my body has gone slim
hide of angst, hide of shame
hide of a blackened wrung boy

This cradled crown jewel
I feel none but boyish love
her irises are blocked but I do
see they're blue rind




Fri vers av Johan Lazer
Läst 666 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2009-11-24 21:23



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  DaDakK
Jadu arsten, rytmen i dina texter är riktigt bra!
O dina texter osså!
Vi borde ha en skrivarkväll nån dag, du o jag.

Kram´n!
2009-12-11

  mikael ejdemyr VIP
Ah, färger, värme, närvaro!

2 flies having sex on my forearm
there's scars on hers


Även längtan på gränsen till leda kan bli så levande när allt dränks in i sinnlighet!

Jag är lite trött ikväll men ville ändå hälsa. Du har inte förspillt din energi.
2009-11-24
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Johan Lazer