lördag 19 april 2014

Chelsea Walls



I want to be a lost poem in a stranger’s coat pocket


That conveys the importance of you


To assure you of my desire


To assure you of my dreams


I want all the possibilitiesof you in writing


I want to give you your reflection


I want your eyes on me


I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there


And I want everything before you to follow us and can trail behind me


I want to never say goodbye to you


Even on the street corner or the phone


I want…


I want so much I’m breatheless


I wanna put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket, so I can sew it


I want my words to scream through you


I want the poem not to mean that much


I want to contradict myself by accident and for you to know what I mean


I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close


I want endless days when it’s day and nighttime never to end when it’s night

I want all the seasons in one day


I want the sun to set up before us and come up in front of us


I want to water up to our waists and I want to be drenched by rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes


I want to think your thoughts becuase they are mine


I want only what is urgent with you


I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you’re suppose to be like you


are already


And I want you to be tender


And I wanna say we met for a reason


And I want that reason to be important


And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us


I want to forget, I want to remember us


And I want your smile always and your grimaces too


I want your scars on my lips


I want yor disappointments in my heart


I want your strength in my soul


And I want your soul in my eyes


I want to believe everything you say and I do


And I want you tell me what’s best when I don’t know


And when you’re lost I want to find you


When you’re weary I want to give you steeples, cathedral thoughts, and coliseum dream


I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us…


And…





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