Even as chastity lifts her skirt and
Holds the length of her thigh against my waist
I am at loss,
How can I say it:
I cannot claim the leg
I cannot claim the heart,
These words do not belong to me
While my mouth is still a macron over (woah)
Her smile, too close, osculable and warm
And leaning into mine, but there it goes;
She returns to her hollow of light
I clamber into my burrow of dark
So even as I tilt towards bedlam
For the length of a season with a tin cup
In my hand, a crutch, arriving at the end of
The world alone, slouched and gray
And wordless
Her breath mizzles just a breath away
And my mouth a macron over woe.
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Apparently macron is not a word people are familiar with. It is (noun) the little line used to mark or denote a long vowel.
Comments (4)
i really like this one.
is chastity here abstinence? as in alcoholic.
really really like it.
thnx david. that would be a clever interpretation. actually, i feel stupid now. chastity is just a metaphor for a girl i met a month and half ago.
she probably thinks i am dumb as rocks cuz i am about as interesting as one. but… i am fond of her. *emo* *rip wrist open and jump rope with veins*
stop avoiding me so we can wander around at 4 AM on rail tracks carrying a dozen beers.
ah. has she read this?
and you’re not about as interesting as a rock. like we always talk about, we just don’t “advertise” well because we’re private people.
and we’ll meet for sure soon.
it is over. the moment’s gone, i’ve turned back into a pumpkin again. infinite sadness. abstinence sounds like a good idea. but… i shalt not be abstinent with you. er. what?