Tunnel-seeking.

Push me open into borrowed light
Pose questions through my mouth
Sweat sweet sweep under the caution
I’d love to hear that song played white.

Autumn’s grasping her lover prince
But resin lingers under fingernails
Crying mustard tears into coffee-cups
It’s not me they’re trying to convince.

You know sweet red means I believe
So please don’t shred your symmetry
Pin me against champagne floored tiles,
And wrap daisy chains around my sleeve.

– TLS

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. John S
    Feb 11, 2012 @ 00:50:07

    I’ve no idea what you’re on about, but it sounds good!

    Reply

  2. Jueseppi B.
    Feb 11, 2012 @ 01:23:12

    I added details in the fabric.. to my blog roll. U rock England girl.

    Reply

  3. evilnymphstuff
    Feb 12, 2012 @ 04:52:02

    Wow your poem is so beautiful!

    Reply

  4. abichica
    Feb 12, 2012 @ 14:56:13

    wooww!! incredible!!! I enjoyed this one

    Reply

  5. Jueseppi B.
    Feb 12, 2012 @ 18:32:36

    True talent knows no age.

    Reply

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