Scrambling From Their Sordid Affair

"Scrambling"


scrambling for leverage
to find a foothold
and needing the moment
to breathe you in
i am left in this silence
it's erasing my thoughts
leaves breathless and
taking my end
caught twisted in longing
and nothing is real
take me over
to breathe you in
i am battling stillness
and parading my sorrows
leaves me echoing senseless and
breaking to bend
i'm climbing to reach you
but meeting dead ends


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"Sordid Affair"


Such foolish games like a child
in a clown costume
you leave yourself in stupid phrases
and ridiculous hand motions
seeking exotic scents
and spicier foods
wanting mansions and castles
and carpeted floors
granite, marble and mahogany
and gilt covered doors
your disgusting sordid affair
like a storm cloud blotted the sun
and wearing a mask like a clown in a scene
i feel you're full of nothing more
you wanted a sand covered landscape
and sunsets to dream of
and tangles caught up in your hair
mansions and castles
and carpeted floors
granite, marble and mahogany
and gilt covered doors
sleeping inside your sordid affair
with pearls dumped into your lap
diamonds and bobbles and jade for a song
and a damnable dream in your thoughts
such foolish games you made
out of the moon
and wanted caravans to follow you home
needed mansions and castles
and vast marble floors
granite, frescoes and mahogany
and windows spacious in doors
haughty and high minded with not a care
in your reckless and foolish sordid affair




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By elizabeth azpurua