Here's a poem from Parker. We're pretty sure he wrote it BEFORE the Brothel came about, and then submitted it to the site, but whatever. We don't care. If you like poems, you might like it. -KV
Shifting stances,
Half spoken words remaining prolonged glances
Moments,
like sliding doors,
derailing romances,
when they pass,
With quickly spoken nonsense
into the past,
and do not fade,
rather, last and linger.
Strings on the finger that tap my brain at night
As I stay awake and contemplate
Failures to communicate
feelings that dominate
the Universe that exists in the cell of my soul grown cold
in the absence of the rise of its moon,
and too soon
the scenario threatens to repeat again,
and again
and again,
but...
this time…
from my lowered heights,
I do ascend.
Rising past walls built up to defend
with love in my heart
to mend
a wound in my soul,
taking control of what fate has foretold,
me and you together,
forever,
growing old,
two fragments finally whole.
And in this script,
I gladly play my role
So I take my chance…
Offering half a smile and a prolonged glance
giving you everything for a little romance.
and as I look into your eyes and you look back
risking the present to banish the past,
I know,
that all the words of love that were never said,
will be spoken at last.
-PB
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