by William Hodkinson

Created on: May 28, 2008

Please.

Please, please tell me if her arms are twisted but her legs uncrossed,
If her eye lid is curling or if the sapphire pits of deception are shut.
If she would speak to me instead of showing me colours in the dark
And acting with a surrounding flux when I move near
Then I will change my dear.
I will change the colours of the rainbow, the attraction of my eyes

Or the writing of my heart.
The meadows of fruitful and idyllic dreams will beckon
As we swim down the waterfalls of our love and bathe in pools of our affection.
So please.

Is it a sense of longing desire for a lustful love that is driving my addiction?
Or do I just want sex?
I trudge the grass of my relationships until nothing but the bareness remains
And even then, after another demolition, I feel as if I don't understand.
Do you part the knees of your lips or do you long for a pillow and sheet?
What frustrates me, is watching women is like fighting a language I cannot defeat,
Or being deaf and listening for that magical beat,
A simple smile's a treat.

Full circle I have come,
Full circle I am now,
Full circle I will go.

Where I am is Ibiza with a bridge.
I can spend hours of my time or all of my money
Or pennies and seconds to feel fulfilled.
But I understand you more than a baby at home,
And it is this sense of trust upon which the foundations of our fountains are built.
With you I have spent every phase of a changing moon twelve times over
And I do not ever see it as being old,
It is the true meaning of a new moon.

When looking at the full moon the stars become dim.
When gazing at the new moon of space they shine brightly.
Twiddling thumbs may be my demise
As I struggle with the curling that I despise.
I enthusiastically throw away these hints and signs
But in doing so draw the peacocks tail.
The transforming tail of a beast that cuts not gazes.
The cruelty of irony
And the injustice of Love.
Or the injustice of Lust and his clasp that overwhelms the red headed lover.

Full circle I have come,
Full circle I am now,
Full circle I will go.

Now the tempest is growing. Waiting. Doubting.
Through the internal haze I only see the curls and the uncrossed
When I am staring for anything but it!
Full circle I have trampled and I am back to who I am,
Through no fault of mine own I have blindly trodden over all.
All I can do is be consoled by friends and continue to fight in foreign.

Two months of March and April pass with calm weather and sunshine.
Spring brings forth clear skies and more full moons
But still I see no stars.
I don't know if I see anything at all, other than past mistakes over
And over again but are they mine own, or are they even born of me?
A time of new beginnings' I tell myself slowly, and like a revelation the stars appear,
Glowing brightly to take my eye as the new moon arrives even as the month changes.
Her legs are uncrossed.
I have decided and nothing will sway my mind so I say again
A time of new beginnings',
Or another way to look at the end.

Full circle I have come,
Full circle I am now,
Full circle I will go.

So please

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