Blood_of_Love
12-20-2005, 02:30 PM
I see her sometimes
She tiptoes with great skill
through tea-stained leaves and yellow spices' skies.
She clutches in her delicate hands,
two white petals from mummy's cruel judgement,
the consequence of the bin.
Her hands climb to her eyes as means of armour
from the magic flying glass from distance's directions.
They're on the brink of crying,
the wine is on the brink of spilling.
The glass swooshes in her ears
as she peeks through a gap in scurvy's jealous hands
staring defiantly at her threat.
She lets go,
her hands playfully swing to her sides.
But then they go back to her head
then her shoulders in an 'x' shape
then to her knees without changing
then to her toes.
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
When her body has finished dancing,
she'll close those tiny childlike eyes
and her fingers will enclose on the palm of her hand
and she'll walk in a rigid and phantasmal manner.
She'll have arrived at her front door,
her red bottom lip hanging slightly,
so the daylight makes the saliva glisten
as if she'd just been drinking milk.
I see her sometimes.
She will simper and wave as if I've pressed 'Fast-forward',
her eyes are still asleep.
Then the camera's flash will make her go so suddenly
like wine that evaporates
but wine that evaporates so fast it goes without you knowing its gone.
I'm her mummy, you know.
I see her sometimes,
but only sometimes though.
She tiptoes with great skill
through tea-stained leaves and yellow spices' skies.
She clutches in her delicate hands,
two white petals from mummy's cruel judgement,
the consequence of the bin.
Her hands climb to her eyes as means of armour
from the magic flying glass from distance's directions.
They're on the brink of crying,
the wine is on the brink of spilling.
The glass swooshes in her ears
as she peeks through a gap in scurvy's jealous hands
staring defiantly at her threat.
She lets go,
her hands playfully swing to her sides.
But then they go back to her head
then her shoulders in an 'x' shape
then to her knees without changing
then to her toes.
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
When her body has finished dancing,
she'll close those tiny childlike eyes
and her fingers will enclose on the palm of her hand
and she'll walk in a rigid and phantasmal manner.
She'll have arrived at her front door,
her red bottom lip hanging slightly,
so the daylight makes the saliva glisten
as if she'd just been drinking milk.
I see her sometimes.
She will simper and wave as if I've pressed 'Fast-forward',
her eyes are still asleep.
Then the camera's flash will make her go so suddenly
like wine that evaporates
but wine that evaporates so fast it goes without you knowing its gone.
I'm her mummy, you know.
I see her sometimes,
but only sometimes though.