earthquake season

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lobomao
lobomao
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As I stood upon her threshold
My old lover my old house
Even in her obsidian eyes it’s cold out here
I wondered if it was worth the knocking
Another age old earthquake I hold down
It’s so hard now for either of us to say
Which of us it was what that truly left
I seem to remember me broken down
So you see now how it meant every thing to me
Now that we’re alone we think for ourselves

So she opens the door
Just like pulling back a bed sheet
Inviting me in the way she threw me out
As a candlelit shadow I return
This place my place the familiar stranger
My marks on her peeling pieces fading away
Mine is a history awaiting the dust to settle
So that in passing I am fossilized
All our arguments eroded and geoded
So now even they seem like treasures

They say there is earthquake weather
A time when the air is warmed just right
You can feel the pressure building underground
Along all our old fault lines and fractures
Seen as lines of strain on every passing face

She thinks me as the thief of hearts
All she ever took was my precious time
As if I was one who stole her heart away
Willing her with my lips and wily ways
So it’s so very easy to say she had no choice
And all those times she kissed, loved and laughed
Those phone calls and smiles, deals and misuse
These those things I just just can’t understand
Her bent her flower following me my way
Somehow I am still to blame and blame her still

All our old friends advised divided in sides
As in aftershocks broken bits of earth are raised
In absentia I hate to ask anything of any of them
Now we say we are so much stronger now
Yet here we are arm in arm as igneous stone
Her kiss on my neck is with her same lips
We take a moment to take this moment
Loving not in longing nor no yearning
This the threshold is a place of revealed mystery
Where we to separate the truth from the chaff

I think I feel that earthquake weather
A subterranean storm cloud coming
Conversations leading down our same old paths
Our hand in hands start to burn with wanting
To the anvil and the hammer and the steel

lobomao
lobomao
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bluerainsbluerainsover 17 years ago
the plot

in this builds and holds interest...I enjoyed the last lines best with illeration at its best...ty..blue

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