unrest

attraction, if it were innocent, if it were pure,
what would it look like
what would she look like

what would the thoughts in my head say
how would they read
if there was no one dictating without reason from the back office

if life meets life
a spark starts a fire
consumes the dry leaves stored up, what then

what how
who then
soft voices can only say so much. but what’s to be said

whisper to me, why you, why me
tell me how, tell me now, tell me never
morning sun can only shine, if only it could reason

sleepless eyes
over yelling lies to hands held
in a silent chorus, in a eternal melody

this is how we made me
full of gravity for the unrest
happiness in chaos, homeless in peace

if it were clean, if it were young
what would that look like
who would she be

~ by kevinthomas on February 10, 2008.