Asleep, and wondering,
If you dream of stroking tempered fingers
Down the silken, pale and lightly scented arches
Of my neck,and Spine.
In rapture, are your thoughts of sinking into flesh,
That you have seen so bruised, so damaged?
Unaware of what you may have found, of what this might become,
Of how many dreams would be tormented,
By this sin.
In waking, are the breezes and moans that etch the window,
Filled with screams and moans of waiting, wanting,
Wanton depravity and open loathing of a mind?
What did you seek to find beneath the dust?
Past tangle after tangle of matted hair,
weaving round the discarded packets and piss-stains of the floor?
In eyes locked on the buzzing of the light, disappearing
In the flashes of the may-bugs caught there,
Unanswering, parched and ashen lips,
Cracked more than the grimy tiles and lino beneath
This wreck?
Unto the worst - the heady scent of womanhood,
A musk that mingles with the ferrous acidity of my
Agnation. Oh, such exquisite pain,
Such fervid, spiced intimation of the pleasure beyond.
Bordered, with such
Vivid and incestuous reminders of my decay.
Did I become a woman in that moment in your eyes?
Or just a corpse?
And in cold sweat, and twitching, did you feel pity?
For the wretch who aches before you like a bitch?
Was there a sense of such detestable waste, or,
Was there shame. Shame in the arousal
Of a new, unrepentable longing for the flesh beneath
This backlash?
I should turn that shiver warm,
If you could see me now, full breasted,
Waiting, no wilting petals caught within my folds,
Just simple flesh, and fire,
Consumable and ripe.
I knew not how to murmur at your touch.
Softer, softer still with each caress,
So tentative, this taction, new pulses on my ashes.
With each waft of breath upon the mound, does
A canker lift.
And blast, to the corners, the weaves of lint and hair,
The canopy of particles that lift the curtain from my
grit-filled eyes.
In my confusion, does a mind wander.
"I didn't know what I would find" - such despair,
And not my own, for once, not my own.
And you did hold my tinged hands in your own,
Without restraint.
I am darkened in my moistness.
Crying out with each caress and uttering your name,
Into your shadow,
The wisps of you that I create in my abandon.
Climax, into this wastage of lonely, empty longing.
So I desire to know -
Did you grow greater from the sight?
Is there a furore in your now self-induced distance,
That demands a healed view of satin, youthful flesh,
So willing and so giving to your needs.
I send into the dark, the knowledge and the longing,
That wanting more for whispering,
Grows fruitful in our dreams.
A musing, let me know your thoughts
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great goodness
I am impressed, but also saddened..because of the catergory led me to foolishly believe reading this was gonna be simply pure joy and uhmm.. heat but it's waaaaaaaaaaaaay deeper than that and alot of instances of sadness..which for me took away to pleasure of getting lost in a tale of sexual passion, all and all though it's outstanding work...
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This is incrediably deep and just amazing. Enough said
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Impressive and powerful write here! This is a fantastic poem you have here very deep indeed! Love it!
Miranda
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this is a great write, i am sure you could find a contest to put this in, vivid imagary and a writ ethat keeps the readers interest all th eway through
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wow
this is a great poem and i felt everyone of the words that you said in this i am just in shock cause this is a very good on keep it going
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I sense an imposed distance between the author and the feverish uninformed attempts at an intimate connection. There are distractions and neuances abounding in the things we feel and the things then, that we know are the result of moving too far into someone too quickly. There is an ebb and flow to the written desire, to know and then repent of time wasted and time used precisly to convert another to that committment escaping us all. Powerful write, epic with a classical feel. Geo
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Wow! This is deep and powerful, and very tastefully written. The imagery you have used in this poem is amazing. I especially love the ending, but the whole poem is a very nice read. Great job! Blessings, Patty
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Wow, this is a beautiful and emotional write. I'm really impressed with your choice of words to convey such a powerful story line. Excellent ending. Such a nice read!
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Very deep ane emotional!!! You did a very powerful job!!! I can really feel your emotion behind this write!!! You did a great job with your portrayal!!! This is Excellante!!! I can see that this is a heartfelt write!!! Thank you for sharing!!
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so emotional, and such a story writen in those words. Well done i must say it is quite interesting how it all goes. well done well done. I seel the sadness and the words seem to float off the page and to your ears,
like a voice on the wind. well done, once again.
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