Drinking The Truth of You

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Drinking The Truth of You

I’m tired. You know that feeling? Exhaustion when everything is spinning. I’m tired from the spinning. The carousal never stopped to let me on and I never caught up. So the spinning elapses the thought and my tiredness grows into a thick ball, I’ve never been able to cough up. Beds and a beer sound nice. Not just one bed, but many. Hundreds of pillows for my sleepy head. I wouldn't be solo, but adorned in you instead. And the spinning will bring you home to my dreamland. Where we would see stars instead of walls and the roses would kiss our cool cheeks, and your freckly skin would be the best sin. I’m drifting away to this place behind waters and mountains. In the morning, when we woke from the most wonderful slumber, the sky’s red paint would be pink and so sweet, and streaming in our house made of windows. I’d play the piano while you brewed our energy and kissed me under blankets of autumn’s best colors and winter’s hope snows. Warm and wonderful splinters.
In my suitcase you'll find my pet rock, and a bass drop, and something to make a good sweater. I packed you a sandwich and a night cap for the sleeping we're drinking. My hands will be yours for the taking as long as we're there and a bed is beneath me.

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dahlusion commented on Drinking The Truth of You

08-19-2010

Love, love, love...all together now. superb. bravo. peace and light, dah

WordSlinger commented on Drinking The Truth of You

06-06-2010

This is pure loyalty to the one you wrote this for, ty WS

ginga commented on Drinking The Truth of You

04-19-2010

Lo, I found this unique and the swirling of the carousel along with the desire for a bed/pillows found me entranced and wanting more. ginga

RPT40 commented on Drinking The Truth of You

02-06-2010

Oh wow!! You knocked this right out of the park!! Going going gone!! Lol------- I really enjoyed this.

juice commented on Drinking The Truth of You

01-31-2010

Wow I got a relaxed high of this poem, with all the descriptive words. I"d like a drink of sleep right about now.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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