Perfect Fixture
You don't know about those days of silence
Tell no one, how I hide this,
How I don't dare share dreams
with too many strangers
That might come into contact with me
They either think I'm crazy
Or a liar
Because such things could not result
In a survivor
You were almost there today
Saying right things; reminding me
You'd had drinks
Truth serum, alcohol is.
Do you know you told me I was God?
Don't you know we all are?
Don't ask me questions if you
Don't want answers; I'm like a dancer
When it comes to truth
I pirouette passion, tango your youth
How it has charted your existence
Even though your mind resists this
Reveal the true self that you hide
On your shelf
You said you lost a night woke up
In your car on the morning light,
And I wanted to weep and to scream
touch your face and redeem
Everything that haunts you
Like the time when you were nine.
Secrets safe with one another I could
Rip my soul asunder gift you each
Bloody weak piece then watch you
Make mosaics with my insanity,
Yet we are so terrified,
And your threw wrenches of vanity
When you spoke of falseness.
I have told more truths to you than
I have prayed on knees, opened gates
With hidden keys, let you step inside
And see what has made me cry
For centuries � can't you see?
I would forsake all (most) to chase
Your ghost, bring you near to
Everything we fear like all of this
Closeness would turn to mud if we
Crossed miles and became one.
I understand too.
I care too.
I'm scarred too.
So I find satisfaction in moments
Shared remnants of your atonement
Knowing that we will never enter our
Portals when you end conversations
Being so informal about driving
Miles to fuck one that should have
Been put in exile.
I understood that when you agreed
to be my father
it held no water.
Still I love you all the same
Keep your presence in a frame
Gilded with friendship symbols
While my knees tremble.
I don't wonder anymore how long
How much more time we have
If we will as before drift and return
After our hearts have been burned.
I just float silently on our raft
Handing you towels to cover your back
Write your memories in my penned craft
So that years from now when my heart
Has no clue where you are
I at least have words that hold pictures
Of when we were the perfect fixture.
copyright @ vennie 2006
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