The Velvet Room

The Velvet Room

A Poem by anaisbelieve

i see you when
i try not to look
encompass all 
running hooves
in the look you give
while passing torches
from the wall of the 
velvet room
you would be the holy
crawl you would hold 
your reasons while i
resurrected my pride
don't be a lie 
i can still feel 
where you were
inside. the bed is
torn from the memory
is that how you 
find your relief when
all the skin is lined in
down and from the walls
of the velvet room
sweeter than the stories
told to cherub children
all held in thrall is the lines
that echoed like stained glass
in my mind you held the 
wind chimes, you threw 
them down i saw you peeking
at me while saying grace
the heads of the horses
mocked you by running
and running is loving in
the velvet room
don't bring me your sex
like a hangman game the
leg is a letter i don't like to
play. every entry is crossed
on paper and every calculation
is wrong. the boatman will 
thank you for not having 
eyes you play with your coins
as if to remind but i came
here as guest not as a pet
and it is time to sever the 
head medusa grew new locks
outgrew you, and your stupid
stone talk. the walls here are soft
in the 
velvet room

© 2011 anaisbelieve

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Added on October 9, 2011
Last Updated on October 9, 2011



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