does it make a difference <br />if i say it's not about you? <br />but the strangest reaction; <br />after reading it three times over- <br />right before my eyes- <br />she kissed me. <br />was it the rhyme scheme? <br />i don't think it even rhymed. <br />perhaps my long handed scrawls <br />were simply illegible <br />and she just played along <br />i am nearly certain- <br />nay- <br />i am surely confident <br />that each and every word <br />was hanged on that page <br />as a condemned man's neck <br />before the ink was even dry! <br />but in cowardice, <br />i closed my eyes- <br />and such a strange warmth was at once upon my lips. <br />it haunts me yet- <br />such warmth; <br />in response to the only scraps <br />of honest words <br />that i have let another set of wide eyes <br />fall against. <br />her face is not but recognized; <br />it has been torn and carved within <br />everything- <br />that is far to beautiful <br />to belong to me. <br />and perhaps those very words <br />rearranged and took a soft shape <br />that settled welcome <br />behind the cage of slender bones <br />encasing the stasis of her gentle pulse <br />before shortening the distance <br />between our lips <br />until <br />there was not space enough <br />for a single gasp of air <br />separating the warmth of <br />her breath <br />and my lack thereof<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honest-mistake-2/
