spanglemaker
Jul-20-02, 7:26 PM
If Cocteau Twins were a food what would they be? To me Liz strikes me as Lemon Cake....fresh, tangy, light, airy, sweet...the whole effect: chocolate.....yummy
and some really good wine. Below is a poem I wrote a long long time about Liz...yeah I know keep dreaming....
Dream
Yellow and sunbright her blue eyes squint. I smell the damp grass on her hands, feel the sea breath on my face. I long to run my hands rampant on her cool skin. The day is so bright, nothing seems to stop the pale clouded skies ahead. The wind is so serene as it blows right past us on that rocky cliff. I am captured for the moment. The warmth and security reach me. Every hair stands on its end. That smile, those eyes......sigh.......where have I seen them before? I smell No. 8. swirly and pearly. Slice of heaven, light voice, airy and comforted, runs amok in my mind. Chills of freedom rain like blows over my skin. I've tasted her lemon cake lips. Tangy and sweet, swallowed hard in to an etched forever. The thistle and heather ring loudly on my trousers. Waves of panic let me hear the ocean below us. Can't figure which one I like best, the feeling of now, the beautiful scenery or she who stands in from of me. Making grassy angels, there it is again. I feel nothing but pure unadulterated bliss. I breathe in deeply..........she smiles and hugges me. Where have I seen her before? My mind has gone whirly. I want to but I can't; I need to find her again....searching my memories ah, there she is.....but her name escapes me. She comes to me the next thought around and finds my mouth, sweet little bird kisses drinking wine from my lips. "No! I don't want to go! " She cries. Stagnant tears, fiery and paced, drop dews of pearly painful pindrops . She says in a thick accent, "Until tomorrow my love. I will be here waiting for you." I awake and feel empty....one more day.......sigh. Tonight in a smokey room I will find her. Perhaps catch a glimpse of her. Then, she will just be around another corner.
spanglemaker
xx
and some really good wine. Below is a poem I wrote a long long time about Liz...yeah I know keep dreaming....
Dream
Yellow and sunbright her blue eyes squint. I smell the damp grass on her hands, feel the sea breath on my face. I long to run my hands rampant on her cool skin. The day is so bright, nothing seems to stop the pale clouded skies ahead. The wind is so serene as it blows right past us on that rocky cliff. I am captured for the moment. The warmth and security reach me. Every hair stands on its end. That smile, those eyes......sigh.......where have I seen them before? I smell No. 8. swirly and pearly. Slice of heaven, light voice, airy and comforted, runs amok in my mind. Chills of freedom rain like blows over my skin. I've tasted her lemon cake lips. Tangy and sweet, swallowed hard in to an etched forever. The thistle and heather ring loudly on my trousers. Waves of panic let me hear the ocean below us. Can't figure which one I like best, the feeling of now, the beautiful scenery or she who stands in from of me. Making grassy angels, there it is again. I feel nothing but pure unadulterated bliss. I breathe in deeply..........she smiles and hugges me. Where have I seen her before? My mind has gone whirly. I want to but I can't; I need to find her again....searching my memories ah, there she is.....but her name escapes me. She comes to me the next thought around and finds my mouth, sweet little bird kisses drinking wine from my lips. "No! I don't want to go! " She cries. Stagnant tears, fiery and paced, drop dews of pearly painful pindrops . She says in a thick accent, "Until tomorrow my love. I will be here waiting for you." I awake and feel empty....one more day.......sigh. Tonight in a smokey room I will find her. Perhaps catch a glimpse of her. Then, she will just be around another corner.
spanglemaker
xx