With Eyes that are Starving
Nov 25 '05
The Bottom Line Is there any doubt that it is only great pain that yields great art. Or, in this case, not-so-great art.
With eyes that are starving
You stare at me with eyes that are starving
beneath a stray-dog moon
wandering aimlessly in an obsidian sky
In the deafening silence of the crush
of the unseen ocean
we take small steps on the splintered back
of a wooden serpent ever winding
stopping now and again
trying to stall the morning
We stop beneath the stuttering lights
of a blank marquee
our tongues numb
Your eyes devour my face
our breath freezes between us
and I hold you close
Sea-spray stings the corners of my eyes
I bury my face in the warmth of your neck
God looks away
And we both know the sun is rising
(c) 05 November 2005
~ Mike Picardi
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Member: Michael Picardi
Location: Philadelphia, PA
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About Me:
The road back to regularly reading, writing, and rating is a winding one...I'm trying!
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