Truly getting hurt

[peter danielsen]

Well the tears I weep this morning
has the taste of dark tobacco on my lips
that is not at all so tasty
as the scent of love descending from your hips
but they fall and leave the stench of smoke
like marks of leprosy upon my shirt
and I touch myself and realize
another lonely way of getting hurt

I've watched my ways of leaving
long before the night of hearts got out of hand
I said, :"you know I like you
but these other things I have to understand"
Then you answered :"can you see them if you're blind
and every heartstring has grown numb
and I said :"well maybe not, but there are
pains in life and I have delt with some."

Now the sun went up above the hill
a single sheep was slowly passing by
I said goodbye to heaven
and decided to be happy with the sky
Then I saw the wind go dancing showing more
than just the blessing of your skirt
and I kissed your hips, and lost myself
in every chance of truly getting hurt.

[lizzytysh]

Peter ~

I like your open vulnerability in this poem and her response to you. "as the scent of love descending from your hips" ~ what a great line.

~ Lizzytysh