His Hands.. My Body.. In A Mozart D Minor
By DescendingDown
I found myself tying my tongue in knots
just to keep my heart in
the back of my throat
That week the world was mine
even
with one foot off the edge
My future was written in hazel eyes
as if I had been painted in his smile
my image dancing in
reflective tints of green
I drank him in like a whiskey shot
( just
one
more )
& left my love scribbled
on his mirror
in a black eyeliner overdose
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Copyright 2010 Kandice Bush
Comments on "His Hands.. My Body.. In A Mozart D Minor"
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A former member wrote:
Awww, what a great visual this gave me. It was sculpted and executed with a sweet perfection! Thank You! =)
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A former member wrote:
this really does hit all the perfect notes, a thundering of keys.... the utter fervent splendour, & a gasping climatic end..
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A former member wrote:
indeed; when one leaves such a mark, its haunt is less empty than full. .. . .living off of ghosts. trembly thing here. and the musical reference makes me think of crescendos and adagios; the build and fall of a realtionship. ... . of a heart that learns how to beat with[in] another's. .. . .
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On Wednesday, January 6, 2010, theXkevorkian
(64) wrote:
Nithing like a good whiskey buzz to take you to the depths of your own reality .. nice piece I enjoyed it . Write On :)
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A former member wrote:
A distant and hollowed cry of longing. Like two ghost trains that collided, just passing through each other. Whistles howling off into the night as they speed toward different corners of the countryside. A very short yet enthralling piece of poetry. +tpu+
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A former member wrote:
mozart n whiskey.... n these words, what scene could be more enticing? love the third sentence....... a unique expression of love, of an encounter... of what love gives to the future.... perhaps the art of love, the classical aesthetic of parting lovers (mozart)... given a harsher reality of intoxicating depth (whiskey).... perhaps.