Groomed and exquisitely tended
rose of lips
and silken hair,
each strand in place
fragrantly scented
vanilla and musk adrift
without a worried care
and yet...I yearn
an instinct to connect
with truth and meaning
grasping for what seems to be
hidden within my frail body
a thirst for something more than daily nutrition,
satisfying and whole.
An irritating hunger to be more
then an object
of person, place or thing,
a noun stuck living in the plural endings
of pre-determined and acceptable deeds.
Inflicted to suffer
without actions of intensity
consequence, or plea.
I lay here gently, pondering,
upon my slumbers sleep
and dream of life,
my human body
freed to be
a bold and shame-less verb.
Intricate extremities.
Adding your comment:
(Sorry, a reference probably before your time) You have "verb"alized this splendidly with emotional maturity; this is not some rant but a revelation that you're sharing... Beautifully done. I couldn't help but note that some think the form could be improved... that's like saying "if you lost 10 pounds or died your hair a lighter shade..." this is simply what it is and in that lies it's true beauty...
I think the stanzas could be made the same length, in line numbers, to make it more symmetrical and more pleasant to the eye.).but overall a very nice piece Thank You for sharing......LC
