Friday, June 27, 2008

Café



        Bury my lovely
        Bury the lies
        Bury me under
        A thousand goodbyes


        --October Project, Bury My Lovely


she sipped her coffee
smiled with her lips against the cup
he loved that/
he excavated
she curled with warm blankets
and hummed notes
curiously hard to harmonize/
he turned up the volume
on a dare
and dream-devoured
every proof in her carnal geometry/
she stared into his colors
and sugared the lattice of her DNA

12 comments:

girl with the mask said...

I really love that one Jason x

paisley said...

this gave me the distinct feeling i could read each of their thoughts independently.. what an excellent thought process.. really enjoyed this....

Sarah Hina said...

This is like a driving chord progression that speaks more than the lyrics can.

I like the sense of advancing and retreating...until she drops the distractions and lets him in. A bold, and sweet, convergence of the masculine and feminine. Lovely, Jason.

Nothingman said...

into the lattice of her DNA

that's like cyberpunk poetry man...and thta is freaking awesome...romanic as romantic should be.

N

jason evans said...

Girl with the Mask, thanks for telling me so. :)

Paisley, it was a kind of half artsy, half chemical progression. I liked the window into their thoughts too.

Sarah, like the dance of uncertainties finding a rhythm. Perhaps why the moment persists, even after the dark weight of the introduction.

Nothingman, I'd like to use that as a blurb! What an uber-cool description. Much appreciated!

Aggie said...

I love the language of it.

Geraldine said...

This is excellent Jason! I particularly love the last line.

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Meghan said...

"...and dream-devoured
every proof in her carnal geometry"

Ooooh, sexy!

Jaye Wells said...

"sugared the lattice of her dna"

Just awesome.

FANCY said...

Thank you my dear friend for your warm words in my post.

Remiman said...

Jason,
Your words, like a lady in lingerie, are more enticing than a naked truth.
Pleasing to my imagination.
rel

jason evans said...

Aggie, thanks. It's fun to see what every day brings.

Geraldine, something a bit suggestive there. ;)

Meghan, I was looking for a different take on describing on describing the wonders of female beauty.

Jaye, thanks! :) Who knew organic chemistry could be so inspiring?

Fancy, my pleasure, my friend.

Remiman, so true. What's not said, not seen, is like gasoline thrown on the fire.