Saturday, 14 November 2009

Flushed With Past Fixation

Flushed with past fixation
On the physical
No wonder I don't sleep at night
No wonder my dreams are plagued
With wisps of love and lust
And the retreating body of her perfection
Fears fermenting
Fomenting tears and self anger
Reticence
Languor, loss and
Lack of love
Fixation on more than
The physical
Those things you said meant more
Than all your beauty
The perfection of your touch
Sent ripples all along my frame
Burned my consciousness with flame
Flushed with past fixation
Of your sexual proclivity
Of your keening, purring desire
The gratification you freely spent
Cost more than all the wars of Rome
That smile and wayward glance
Mischief in the twinkling
Worth more than
Water to a dying man
Lying awake
Flushed with past fixation
On the physical
On your kiss
So perfect
No wonder I can't sleep at night
No wonder I lie awake
Toss and turn
And can't sleep at night

4 comments:

CubicleGirl said...

favourite.
so far.

Daniel Car Crash said...

Aww, thanks. I wrote it when well into the vino last night. It required a lot of polishing this morning! :)

meredith said...

Daniel, mi gusta! fantastico! such anguish, makes me wanna drink beer and speak henry miller

Daniel Car Crash said...
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