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I am the King of Wishful Thinking

promise me the impossible
promise me that time stops here
this little organ in your treasure chest is mine
the vultures can take all the rest 

with your tongue, you paint the nightscape on my back
soft lips plant dreams, shift seeds, turn galaxies to dust
fleshy fingertips caress as dry knuckles knead the knots along my back
soothing mars, tempting venus, making jupiter feel small
everywhere your kisses touch, stars spawn
lifetimes in minutes, they shine
hovering over us, heading toward forever
nothing but cold black velvet sky in sight
do we crash at the speed of light
with such marvellous force
do we split like atoms, rot like corpses, return to nothing
you say my questions don't matter
but i don't think any of this does
all in all, we are just stardust in the wind
you roll your eyes, i roll on my back, and look up
i can't help but wonder
the meaning of it all

Jan 22, 2010
kittiekills said...
It's "I'm the King of Wishful Thinking," by the 90s British pop band, Go West. It's on the "Pretty Woman" soundtrack. Lame, I know... but you were way off!... Hehe, anyway, yeah... I have morbid tendencies.

♫ Death, love, sex, art, world peace... these are a few of my favorite things. When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad... I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so baaaad... ♫

Jan 22, 2010
 said...
thumbs up! i especially like the second segment..very poetic and graphic