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A Poem I once Wrote...
Oct. 9th, 2000 09:41 amThe lover of gold sits silently
Staring through the window
At the wealth on the other side
Knowing that it is protected
By an alarm surer than taxes
And a guard who aims to kill
The guard is not human
And cannot be reasoned with
It exists inside the gold
And like a wild beast
Devours all who reach for its treasure
Creeping through their skin
Poisoning them from within
She longs to be with the gold
To close her eyes and breathe it in
To capture it with all her senses
Feeling it surround her like a lover
But there is the guard
And she is forbidden.
So she watches the gold
Torturing herself with its beauty
Imagining how it smells
How it looks against her skin
How it feels in her hands
And on her eyelids
She knows the warmth of the gold
And cannot stand this separation
A window breaks
Across the way a man runs naked
Into the midst of the glittering gold
He raises his arms and stands
Breathing deeply
His eyes are closed and
The lover of gold feels
Her stomach clench.
He is living her dream.
The gold surrounds him
And he revels in its richness
It seems alive, warm, inviting
And the man has never
Felt more welcomed
He leans into the gold and
Feels it pressing against his body
Loving him
And he wonders why he was afraid.
The lover of gold turns frantically
To find something
ANYTHING
That will break the window
And let her out
That man will not have what she craves
Not alone, he won t.
She searches her apartment
But nothing even shakes the window
Despondent she turns back
To the window
Nose pressed against the glass
And she notices for the first time
The sores that are forming
On the lone man surrounded by gold.
Sighing she closes the blind
Hiding the sight of his anguished screams
And she returns to her ordinary life
Reminded once more that
She cannot disable the alarm
Nor fight the lethal guard
Of the Golden Lover.
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Yeah, so I don't right bouncy happy poetry. Go figure.
Staring through the window
At the wealth on the other side
Knowing that it is protected
By an alarm surer than taxes
And a guard who aims to kill
The guard is not human
And cannot be reasoned with
It exists inside the gold
And like a wild beast
Devours all who reach for its treasure
Creeping through their skin
Poisoning them from within
She longs to be with the gold
To close her eyes and breathe it in
To capture it with all her senses
Feeling it surround her like a lover
But there is the guard
And she is forbidden.
So she watches the gold
Torturing herself with its beauty
Imagining how it smells
How it looks against her skin
How it feels in her hands
And on her eyelids
She knows the warmth of the gold
And cannot stand this separation
A window breaks
Across the way a man runs naked
Into the midst of the glittering gold
He raises his arms and stands
Breathing deeply
His eyes are closed and
The lover of gold feels
Her stomach clench.
He is living her dream.
The gold surrounds him
And he revels in its richness
It seems alive, warm, inviting
And the man has never
Felt more welcomed
He leans into the gold and
Feels it pressing against his body
Loving him
And he wonders why he was afraid.
The lover of gold turns frantically
To find something
ANYTHING
That will break the window
And let her out
That man will not have what she craves
Not alone, he won t.
She searches her apartment
But nothing even shakes the window
Despondent she turns back
To the window
Nose pressed against the glass
And she notices for the first time
The sores that are forming
On the lone man surrounded by gold.
Sighing she closes the blind
Hiding the sight of his anguished screams
And she returns to her ordinary life
Reminded once more that
She cannot disable the alarm
Nor fight the lethal guard
Of the Golden Lover.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yeah, so I don't right bouncy happy poetry. Go figure.
