You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


a prose for a smile

YOU have quelled my anxious soul, until there is only lightness, until I'm suspended in space caught between the curl of your lips and the imagined warmth over the stretch of my skin where your last touch had been.


jonathan said...

Reminds me of a special someone.

How are you? Of the three that I visit long time ago in this blogging world, you are the only one who came back.

lucas said...

I'm all right, Jonathan. Well, i kinda have to come back. Words find me, never done with me. Just have to document it here, as some sort of personal literature. I imagine reading them back as a very old man. Thanks for dropping by.

Pepe v2.0 said...

Ay jusko, where do I begin? Haha.

Always, how few lines can speak soooo much Lucas. :)

lucas said...

Thank you, Pepe. Those few lines may be directly proportional to my attention span. haha. i appreciate you dropping by.

Simon said...

I am sensing the next Lang Leav sensation here :)