On the Top
All these vices...trivial prices
we pay for the constant stimulation
of just a moments maturation
when the brain decides that
things just don't add up to
what they should be in retrospect...
and now we hold .....
All these wishes...wasted kisses
that showered the skin of madness
around desire's corner while my
clothes shed at your feet and you
corupted the sweat that pooled
on the small of my back in
this constant motion....
Of this fire....almost expired
as the dim flames try to leap
from your tongue to my ears
but I can't hear the voice
that once sang the songs so
clear now only reverberated
sound lost....
To this being...always seeing
the examples set in front
of eager eyes open to the
staples we follow to the hilt
and then regret the lives
we've destroyed at
the hands of bliss and joy...
Now an issue...didn't think...did you
the greivous ramifications
of what would come when
your hands brushed away the
traces, the cobwebs and
hesitant excuses that offered protection
to constant rejection of...
All your lies...reflections die
when we see the truth
that these vices bring
to the table that sits in the
middle of an empty room
with you at the head and me
on my knees.
