"do you?" he wondered into my palms sweat, spit, sighs and pulse combine his head my lap our couch the door and window too far the oven is not on, the phone does not ring i have no excuse to leave his question a white gloved finger dragging across my chest finding that dust has settled on this love and i am not good as i thought i would be at housekeeping silk plants our cornered canards neither grow, nor die nor change with time just sit and mock our shadows as we continue to pass the threshold thusly, i've discovered that laughter is too overwhelming for this empty loft of ours the octave of a woman's glee tends to carry easily pass the walls and down the hall to opening elevator doors where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry cleaning and keys can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the first floor of our building i have every right to remain silent and continue calculating the change in the number of morning to midnight cigarette butts in the ashtray.
"lying is the most fun a girl can have with out taking her clothes off" alice.
the door and window too far the oven is not on, the phone does not ring i have no excuse to leave his question a white gloved finger dragging across my chest finding that dust has settled on this love and i am not good as i thought i would be at housekeeping silk plants our cornered canards neither grow, nor die nor change with time just sit and mock our shadows as we continue to pass the threshold thusly, i've discovered that laughter is too overwhelming for this empty loft of ours
2. "RE: the accountant." In response to Reply # 0 Sun Aug-13-06 03:58 AM by ms mimi diva
You managed to make what could have been a very contrived topic into something essentially real. I love the line about the silk houseplants. This rocked!
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
>where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry >cleaning and keys >can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the >first floor of our building
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - self-preservation is the first law of nature.
***still rocking to mc safety & the caution crew***
5. "Prologue: "Do you trust me?"" In response to Reply # 4
"do you?"
every story has a back story, to me.
i ask that you picture the scene in the following lines:
"the octave of a woman's glee tends to carry easily pass the walls and down the hall to opening elevator doors where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry cleaning and keys can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the first floor of our building"
i see a woman hearing another woman's laughter coming from her apartment. she drops everything in her arms and runs back to the elevator.
6. "*creeps into freestyle*" In response to Reply # 0
the most creative work i've seen on the board in a while..i'm tempted to post again.
peace
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myself is sculptor of your body’s idiom: the musician of your wrists; the poet who is afraid only to mistranslate a rhythm in your hair... -E.E. Cummings