Primal joy
Dig me up,
Loose me from myself.
*****
Assembly line of hope,
Build us anew.
Hands-on, LOVE constructs us.
*****
Overflow shall asphyxiate,
Wherefore paucity does not feed,
Except on shattered hearts.
*****
Cerulean forever trail.
Nothing ever ends,
Everything always will…
…Termed.
*****
Seek every piercing shaft, therefore,
To breach the shadowy plumes.
*****
Breathe,
Trust,
Live!
Cast the wind beneath my willow tree.
*****
Life stands over me.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
"Overflow shall asphyxiate". That was my favourite line! Loved your poem!
MHMMMMMM is what I feel as I read this, it was like eating a chocolate with a soft inside.
Wow, very powerful.
Fantastic poem!
Lovely!