Hope and Syncope

Posted: February 18, 2010 in Hope and Syncope, Obscure Poetry, Poetic Notes

“She’s a little dizzy right now…”
That’s how you told me.
“She woke up at 3am and
stumbled down before me.”

So that’s the way it is and how it was.
I remembered every sacred thing between the two of us.
We lied with sullen lips.
We ate from the liar’s hand.
We danced on the memory of the fallen and
retread paths already ran.

“She’s a little weak right now…”
The story set sail to sea.
“She spoke of you and what you are and
suddenly reached out to hold me.”

Pail of water over a kingdom of sand.
Moonlight soaked her cold, trembling hand.
I kissed her with somber lips.
I stretched the taffy of truth betwixt my fingertips.
“Regardless of those sprinkles of lust,
I remember every sacred thing between the two of us.”

She’s a little hesitant right now.
This, I discovered on my own.
She already knew within her few final breaths,
I was to be completely alone…

“You always were a bad liar…”,  Hope whispered to the air at that last stoic moment.
“Blame what you inspired in me. What I aspired to be.” I replied as she drifted towards the watery torrent.



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