February 27, 2007
its the twinkle in your eye
and the Dr. Seuss-ish smirks
that curl and twist on your lips
as we toss pretty words at each other.
Its the bourbon, ah... yes... the bourbon.
it grins cheerfully from behind
thick deliberate movements.
i catch the reflection of myself
in the corner of your eye,
peripheral, hemispheres rolling...
...but i hold the bottle.
a smoke, an exhale,
orange embers see everything
in the heavy darkness of this Never Never land.
all around us there are people moving
like black awkward smokestacks
writhing upwards,
reaching out in juicy rythmic frenzies.
YOU.
so solid yet you disappear like liquid spilled...
"where did he go"?
like hot whiskey down my throat.
between sips and inhales
we tango with words
breathing, tasting, looking...
drinking you in with my eyes.
the dark red alley to my right
where bassbins explode
to create soundwaves
big enough to rattle the soul.
Biting, scratching, squeezing,
the melodies slam into me
and i lose myself again.
closing eyes, just listening,
breathing heartbeats i feel in my chest.
momentum sets in,
innertia is attainable.
i slow down and spin around on my heels,
the smoke is lifting,
the darkness wont last much longer.
weary and clouded i start to wander,
clearing paths to nowhere.
gazes come up empty,
i see no twinkle in those eyes.
like hot liquid fire running down my hand
you disappeared.
the flames lick my fingertips as if to say goodbye.
inky black turns to grey,
grey to the palest blue.
light creeps in through every crack
but nowhere do i find your cheshire grin
or smokey laughter.
a sly grin crosses my face,
devilish, devious, and divine.
i revisit the night,
remember the time spent
teaching the moon how to dance on this hard ground.
and when our heavy heads hit familiar pillows
i will smile for you and i,
cause the moon
way up in the sky
was our spy tonight
and only she saw
the twinkle in our eyes.
