There’s no more room anymore
No air between us
Not an inch more room to
Self-destruct
Bodies moving together
Spiritsmelding
Worlds ending
Can’t help the itch to
Touch
To kiss
To hold him again
i feel
Demure
But Outrageous
Wanted and
Wanton
Sin-full
Saved
Shy mixed with just a hint
A bit of Daring
There’s nothing right now but him
There’s the one waiting at home for me
My return
And yet here i lie
The arms of another’s Beloved
Wrapping me in the warm cocoon i missed so much
A heady sense of power no other can give
The itch is being scratched
My conscience is quiet
Content
We know where we are loved
Author notes
Yes, I did it all on purpose.
~"Not an inch more room to self-destruct"
-"Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss, to hold him once again."
Kinda switched up the form for this poem, ee cummings-esque. The "I"'s aren't capitalized for a reason--extra kudos to anyone who can guessed the most correct reason why!
This whole thing just kinda....spilled.
Enjoy
A contest entry
- ~Auditions ~ by Nakatrea.
400 points, ended March 19, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hmmmish......
Comments
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ohmygosh!!! the first half of this poem was shaped like a tornado! (dont ask, its just my randomly messed up mind, wild imagination) anyhoo, the structure of this poem definitely made it interestingER (not like it wasn't already so darn freakin aweshome) So YAY! aaanf, i like the flow and the imagery here, stunner! keep pening buddeyy
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Wow! I just noticed the tornado shape.. wow, you're random, Ranji.
thanks for the comment!
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Interesting.... the choppy beginning is a bit annoying but the poem its self (content-wise) is good. Interesting format and good luck in the contest.
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