On my Bed

On my bed.

Writing on my bed
secrets of the unknown
sentences that someone
else already quote.

Sudenly the gates
of ignorance have opened
before my eyes tearing
away all the lies.

While on penance
I succumb. I forsake
my mistakes and listen
to what I have been told.

Using words i havent spoken
lines I havent read
phrases that I havent heard
I write stories that I dream to make.

Lust is the subject
friction is the verb
sensuality is the name
love making is the game.

While you rest on the title
the climax takes a whole chapter
the conclusion seems closer
but the pages turn over.

Writing on my bed
I succumb. I forsake
the conclusion seems closer
in the stories that I make.

Reavel
10 January 2005, Sun.

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