Dancing flamenco in the rain. Small children of the sun playing in the yard. The wind whisper tales of brave men. Beasts running in the street, Monsterlove. No arms, No love. Bunnies jumping aroung in my dreams, an angel sitting on my bed. The fragrance of my secret lover. Sitting naked in the bed smoking long cigarettes. I'm the mermaid from hell, The smoke is dancing with me. You taste like iron. Sitting on earth, watching the ocean fly, high above us. Sitting in the rain, close to you..
i love the grasp of dirty beauty here in the poem, i dont know if thats what your getting at but in my head, i saw a tragic yet beautiful world, in which you accept even the 'mermaid from hell' smoking her cigarettes. lovely.
This is interesting, much to discover in this one. You taste like iron... monsterlove... mermaid from hell. I like the images and ideas this conjures in my mind.
