Lay me down

Lay me down now
and put me to bed
in layered soil
outside your window
let me awake
and see you in spring
winter is too harsh to take
put me in the ground
and cover my eyes
sing to me
a lullaby


say to me words untrue
and put me to bed
let me awake
brand new
with eyes that not know what it see
in the summer sun
and winters dawn
pray I awake in spring
when all things live anew
and memories die

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Saying nothing new is sometimes perspective

or perhaps truth. Whose to say which is what?

xoxo, Privy lil me..

In

Simple words.

I’ve had enough

Ur less than accommodating

Ur not even listening anymore

You are deaf with the sounds of previous conversations

What have I not given you?

What have I not done?

When will you actually understand?

Actually see my tears are real

My fears are real

And my hurt is true

Please see me for me

See me as it comes

Plain and never indifferent

Let me trust you

Let me in.

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Some days the hurt is too much to bear 

and the load to heavy to be carried around

This is my dumping grounds...

xoxo, Privy Lil' Lotus

  

Eight

I knew it to be love
when i first laid eyes on you
I knew your smell
from a mile away
my body went aflutter
and my mind forbade
thoughts of any kind
It did not bring my lips
to say hello
So many years later,
know I am grateful
for the words you spoke
the touch I needed
and the love that set me free

Ambiguous love

She walks around ambivalently,
straying from journey's path.
She strews petals to find her way back
just in case
just in case

She is hoping to find him
while time is still on her side

The days turns dusky
the night brings new light
and the moon reflects brightly off the bald marble

Tired now,
she strays once more
petals combust by morning glare

And in the search
she is led to another..
another eye glistens
another ear listens

Memory weaves an elastic band
and promises outweigh the other.
Come another day.

Just come another day.
She proves to balance her way.

Mystique-less

I can't draw you in
I can't hold your gaze
It will not follow me around
in a crowded place
It won't steer from where
you were before.
And you know who you are

You know who,
you know who you moon over
you know her name
her every curve
her middle name

But I,
I know you
I know I come after
and I
I am willing
I come close
I lift my veil
when required
I am commanded
I'm on no two way street
I can hold your hand
But not your mind's eye

It's me, without lustre,
sans colour
and I stand in the night
on your canvas, deep within
behind the beacon
sending me into almost oblivion

But now and again
down life's corridor
I catch your eye
maybe the spunk in your side

But I'm not one
for glimmery false apparitions
You won't blindside me, love.

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I know what you're thinking, am getting too serious, right?
Bonne journée.
xoxo, Privy Lil' Lotus

Les chansons des rêveurs

your love is an epiphany
a piece de resistance
it borders my being and
fills my cup
you bring the pink
to my cheek
and give faith a new turn
a new hope
and smear me with language, astute

my shadow is filled
with shards of your life
and you piece us whole
and explain the reason
of the almond of my eye,
oh but gently
with a deep voice
a full throated softness

and i am strung
along the equator of your being
and i go missing in the between-s
oh Blake, be amazed
be amazed
bow to my tiger
look in his hand
he alleviates the ghosts
in my unopened boxes
he seems on-reel
and talks me anew
into secret on secret
and shows me a canyon,
deep and vast
where he is me
and he be me

and on the cloudless night
he dares to weave
and points
to stars and has them dance
to french music
that entangles in the vines
and the vines in my heart
yearn for his epiphany,
for his love

but the casket lowers,
the dance of a dream
les chanson du petit,
gifting reality,
his eulogy


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Embracing everyday, I'm never going to stop dreaming.
Sing yourself a chanson du reveur (hope that's correct) to sleep... The tune can come later.
xoxo,

Privy Lil' Lotus

Street lights..

i have this window
three by three
i have to stretch a bit
there is a light
a blinding street light
focusing on me
and the beam above rattles
as the light streams in
and day on day, it is the same
but the night,
the night is always new
i see the window
i see the street light
i see the glint in their eyes
the glint is greedy
the glint is vicious
the glint knows all
the glint sees more

the glint sees me