Twenty-4 carat casket

That moment, I came undone

Watching my past slip away    

Feeling the life beat out

    Dripping from my fingertips

Dropping dripping, clotty messin the floor

    Slippery slipping down

    Splayed round I look up high

Crying crying

    For the flow to recede

    And tow me back

    Onto the shore

    Of mystery and books

When I saw the last look in your eye

    Ducking the weight of your ego    

    Finding myself cynical

    This is not conceivable

Your lips spill through my soul

    Ripping apart all hope

    And reason

    A wild wild season

    Roars to life

A vow

A then wife

A knife

A constriction

Of my finger

    Swollen and rotted

    Twenty four carat casket

    Mottled by dreams

    Dotted by my tears

    Trying to rust right off

Spitting on holy cloth

That adorned my head

Consummating celestial beds

    Memory of reception    

    Fueling the deception

    Of man made union

And now I understand

That marriage is not breeding

Is not needing

Is not just love

    Making love is

    The union

    The binding tie

    The mystery

    The reality

    A life a real life

A coming storm

    That calms your soul

    Everytime you look

    Feel eyes

    Seeing a bonding

    That needs no signing

Only a graceful dance

In mindful stance

Brings alive romance

Feeding loving glances

Knowing nothing

Is made by chances.

    
 

 

    

~ by beingjohnsweet on July 13, 2007.