Trinkets - AsianBomb777 / Dec 1, 2004



Aging skin and graying hair,
Where once there was the riot of youth,
Little trinkets collected will lose their luster,
But that’s what they’ve chosen for you isn’t it?
The little house, the car, the day job that pays for the occasional vacation,
The conversations, the socials, being showered with occasional congratulations,
Little memories will add up to nothing,
But that’s what they’ve chosen for you isn’t it?

When you lay together I know you feel my hands,
And my eyes ever upon you, glance at emptiness,
Devoid of any meaning, except great expectations,
Shimmering decay of a dream you fabricated,
When you lay together, your soul empties slowly
Into the hands and of an empty jealous God with a twisted sense of humor,
Long ago abandoning you to build your mystery,
Packaged in silver ribbon illusions,

But like aging skin and graying hair,
Where once there was the riot of youth,
Little trinkets collected will lose their luster,
And in the end God will still hate you,
No matter what they’ve chosen for you.
God will still hate you,
And I will have moved collected my own trinkets,
The grab up and throw away at my disposal.

There is no thing but conditioned co-arising between us,
how I long to feel the warmth of your lips around my penis,

your lips around my penis
your lips around my penis

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[Edited 12/5/04 7:40am]

The blow-job reference kinda feels like it was 'stuck' on the end there, but other than that I thought it was a great poem

Taureau said:

Yes, it was.
I wanted to make my poems considtent with each other.
What better way than with a good blowjob reference?

AsianBomb777 said:

Really though, it's all good.