In the presence of this futile thing,
I cannot explain
My actions,
Like a bear to honey,
No,
More like flies to flypaper-
Tricked by the appearance of ‘completeness’
Only to be stuck in something flat.
I can explain,
When your lips touch mine
Waves of electricity
Make my heart beat faster.
I crave your scent
Like an animal on the prowl.
Vicious and hungry,
I’m drawn to you
Like a shark to blood,
Crazed with desire and absent of thought.
I can explain,
We’re like oil and water,
Doomed from the start
To eventually separate.
I will not light that fuse,
But I cannot explain
Why I’m still holding tight
To the box of matches.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i love this. i love the simile of were like oil and water, doomed from the start. i love this last stanza so much. im not one to read non rhyming poems but this one was so very good!
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I liked the last part when you said "I'm still holding tight to the box of matches"
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Why I’m still holding tight
To the box of matches.
so wait and find out is the most beautiful end to this i think i've ever heard, and so get deeper at that increased heart rate, deeper than you've ever been before,
and thus you will be shown the door...
w candles
-jas
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I love the intensity that came through your words and the final three lines made me catch my breath...I know exactly what you mean.
A wonderful expression of desire and the emotions it creates.
Margaret
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