Androcanto - Fog
written 13 January 2004 copyright © 2004-present James Sanghyun Han (a.k.a. steal this and DIE)
| The dew of Niobe and you are not so far apart! From the well you mist up to my face, condense and trickle down my throat, all the way down! You spongify my desiccating heart! Oh, you swirl, gather 'round me like the plague, and I fight through the vapor, but you're like a sore throat in your tenacity, an arrow to my soul! The dew of your mouth, oh! Moistening your lips and transferring to my skin! Hot and sour pungent, like cheap Chinese restaurant soup and even cheaper plum wine, your body beyond the moon, your eyes beyond Orion's belt, and your smile like alleged sin! Alleged but way worse, and its taste so wet and blue! The dew of it all on my eyes as I crave your missing touch! Your missing frame, your eyes and missing smile, so love-full and yet heartless! Like evil and fog you fume up at night to cloud my dreaming mind, and I awake in cold hazes and shudder - oh! - at the grey that's seeped inside! The dew of Paracelsus is what you are to my wounded mind! Sweet nectarious liquor, nefarious and no longer mine! Oh, I whine and the brine trickles down smooth cheeks, like water from stone statues where people come to pray! They mock my attire and point and gasp, all for their woes! Oh their woes, they hope my grief can drive away! The dew of this grey morning freezes my fingers and heart! Waking too late and you not by my side, arms so empty and bed too freakin' cold and wide! Wide open like my thighs whenever I see your dark hair and nervous eyes, eyes sweet and young canine and ready to get it on, on and on, but nevermore, oh! The dew of you! Wet and slimey like a double-creepy George Clooney drenched in mud, sluggish and damp and mildewy! Like a man with body odor and nicotine in his pores, like crud! Oh, it clings to, disgusts, slows and fascinates my mind! Like in boggish quicksand muck, I sink to the depths, slowly recoiling out of sight! The dew of you a liquid drug, ruining soul and brain! Neurons killed and withdrawal symptoms flare, flares and cravings and highs and lows, oh, and body wracked with mental pains! Infuse me with touch and half-assed care, for I need your needle in me! I demand your injections again! The dew of you! Gathering over the ocean and silently coming to me standing at the shore! You advance so quiet yet roil like rage, whipping my depths like it's your little whore! Whipping cold water onto the solid sand where my feet dig down, and I flinch and squint but yet I want it more! But oh, no! The dew of you! Moistening my eyes and falling down my face! It dances around me, kissing my skin, like the way you did, with such sexy grace! It's you I'm sure, but colder too, impossible as that sounds! It wraps around me like your arms, oh! And I break! I break and stand here frightened, waterlogged and struck by shivers, confused and lost in fog! |