For A Better Propaganda: when

20:18 26th Feb 2012

Notes: 20

when

i want to be
your first
vision.
   as you crawl out
   from beneath
   a hardened mattress
   let my face
   hold back the cobwebs
   that obscure
   your view.
i’ll show you
the beauty in shadows
cast by low light
slipped through
cracked blinds
   how soft reflections
   whisper truths
   cast across morning skin,
   denied by nervous hands,
quiet and intimate
we’ll converse
with fingers
fluent in native tongues
   narrating the story
   of our
   past
   present
   future
   with clear diction
then when it comes
to talk of love,
let me catch
mumbled words
and throw them back
amusedly,
as words reverberate between
   two hearts
   stammering incoherence in
skipped beats.
syncopated rhythms
elicit light steps
in a waltzing fantasy,
reality spinning
into a chimaeric reverie
of pure perfection.
i bet i could watch you
   dance,
   on the edge of dreams,
forever.