Not an unpleasant person to look at
No, definitely not.
Yet alien.
Tall and fearless like a warrior of old.
But it is not the shape of the body
that draws me but the shape of the mind.
The power of the mind sweeps out
to touch everyone it meets.
His very essence nearly knocks
me off my feet. Then I feel something elemental
and very spiritual in me try to answer the call of his soul.
He senses my unease but doesn't understand at first.
I can't think in this heat!
My mind tries to infuse itself throughout
but atypically fails. There's just too much of him.
I can't get the measure of him.
There's nothing to grab onto ... just drown in.
But even though I am no match
I find myself caught like a comet become a moon.
Once free now helpless in the gravitation
created by that powerful mind. I can't move. I can't
move on.
A mind that sweeps out to me in
unguarded moments holds me at times like
a lover's caress. He doesn't know this. It's a part
of him.
No matter how hard I've tried to make him wary
of me. It still comes. And God help me but
I can't refuse it.
And so I'm trapped. Sometimes seeing what he
sees. Sometimes feeling what he feels.
Feeling the love he has and wondering if he will make room
for me.
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WELCOME TO ALLPOETRY
Wow the fact that you can write a story and still be very poetic is amazing. The imagery and the setup of the poem is great.
Molly
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