Innate bindings, worked fine through time
Build me up until the decadence escapes...
Unto those words, the skin heated, like liquid fire
Consuming without the faintest sense of caution
until I feel the pressure of the pulse
Drift unto the rain, pattering tenaciously
This darkness wraps us, undeniably now
But within it we find the brightest, and purest
Celestial lights of patience, and lack of consequence
Just let me once...Breathe into you, and wrap your seduction...
In silk ribbons around my wrists.
Let the energy flow, and bleed wantonly from your lips.
And let this single act of love, in the pursuit of life
Bind the seasons in a timeless rite.
And tell me that in all the countless times
We've sought to fill this void...We've found the pieces of this puzzle...
And revel in its joys.
What'd ya think?
Comments
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Beautiful, and certainly optimistic when weighed against the pain of many of your other poems on the subject. It's refreshing to know that you can feel the elevation of love as well as its sorrow; much like getting to know you all over again.

