Care for some tea, m'lady? by ~sibilantesses
to rain is to cry... to rain is to cry in the city of loveto rain is to cry... by ~sibilantesses
(depending on context or the weather that day)
rain clouds in summertime never daunted nor
did gunshots when they rang at night
we asked only who was fighting and why and simply
drifted downstairs hand-in-hand 'round our hearts
we'd flick off the lights and listen to us and
i'd tell you secrets with my fingertips leaving
burning trails on your skin and every
touch was one more word in one more language
meaning i love you i loved you i loved
the darkness seemed to swallow our sounds but we turned
on the tv and hid under cover of eighties cartoons
butterfly kisses abound on our cheeks and i cri
September Manifesto I will make a name for myself.September Manifesto by ~sibilantesses
I will grasp your wrists and say, "Don't
go, don't stop;"
I will dismantle my cage of familiarity;
I will hide behind scarves and makeup and still
give you a run for your money (even)
if you ask me (not) to;
I will inspire words and breaths and fingers and fire
and sparks will fly from here to the stars smiling down
as we watch them weave across the sky.
Night will darken our eyes even as the moon
alights her gaze therein and the rain
will not drive us from our campfires,
and the wind can uproot any tree
and still not touch us where we stand:
we are young as the earth
and we will not be deterred.
Sta.sh
