Plummeting......
Whooooooooooooagh............
inside
silence is chaos,
dull
thudding of fear,
why
have all my sorrows,
suddenly
gotten clear?
Two
by two
they
all come inside,
no
still body rests,
yet
by my side.
Tide
of rising change,
something
always secure,
a
wish I hold aloft,
someone
my own, pure.
Filled
by dread
of
what this loneliness,
could
ever do to me.
Then
I spy the island,
and
paradise to see.
Swallowed
by the current,
down
to deep abyss.
Gone
the ethereal bounty,
a
vision safe to kiss.
Gasping
I for oxygen,
to
fill lungs bleeding raw.
Here
again comes fantasy,
gliding
through this door.
Fettered
by a mystery,
why
I'd stayed alone.
Fingers
raw from wagging,
and
bitten to the bone.
Fever
lost for sightlessness,
it
came my way,
and
I left the race.
Now
I want resurrection,
to
see her smiling face.
Its
far too much,
to
ask of her,
to
be alone tonight.
Even
though I'd cherish,
a
pound of flesh to fight.
God
knows my pain,
for
he executes me now,
woulds't
that I lack honour,
and
break a sullen vow.
Share
my heart
again
to the raging sea.
Floundering
beneath desire,
where
she and I could be.
The
bottom calls me,
from
the highest highs.
I'm
bursting to grasp,
those
creamy thighs.
Bedecked
with all finery,
of
love to be secure.
Wisps
of hair and
cotton
blouse undone,
is
too much to endure.
The
spoils of her riches,
take
my breath away.
I'm
a defo gonner,
what
else can I say?
As
I land on cushions,
plumped
of soft allure.
Dare
me yet to offer,
something
less than pure.
Nineteen
are, summers seen,
to
build the love of grace.
Take
me now forever,
I
fall flat upon my face.....
This poem is so full of emotion, a myriad of emotions, in fact... loneliness, hope, attraction, excitement, vulnerability, more hope... Wonderful! Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for you lovely comments as always a blessing.
ReplyDeleteFor me poetry is kind of like a therapy where i can express my thoughts (varied as they often are) and be free of any weight of pressure arising. I realise that sometimes they are bizarre even, but my integrity is to the showing of them, warts an' all. I have very little I wish to conceal about my life and in my poetry I get some allowance for 'poetic licence'.
Please accept the Hug of friendship for your participation as always.
Love n Light.