Draw you up in my mind with savage lips
And placid eyes, and hands that could envelope me.
I think of drifting off to sleep.
I sit, and listen to the sounds you make,
And marvel at each breath you take.
You are the conclusion I've come to,
The end result is always you.
~Chenin Camille -03-
Muddy lines of her body snaking through drought and dust,
The dusk of a city's skyline glistening,
The hum of her evening singing
Cicadas in their ink blot bowers
Neon pulse of fireflies drifting listless,
Blinking in and out of consciousness,
Like those thoughts that are born into life
And that expire like breath,
A quiet death on the tip of her tongue.
~Chenin Camille -04-
Like blunt ended rapiers poised
For the battle of conversation.
I point out all flaws and weaknesses
Partially so that you don't have to,
But also because I wonder where
You'll take aim now that you know.
Let the games begin, tongues unfurled
And minds racing toward the same
Idealisting finish line - the embrace
Of shared thoughts, a similar brain.
So far, every linguistic lunge is parried
With a verbal agility few possess,
And though you like my body best undressed,
You know my mind is the fastest way there.
~Chenin Camille -04-
