Monday, October 30, 2023

28 avril 2014 - a poem

 I swim, blindfolded

through the thickness of hurt

Holding onto the dead skin; a stale scent

Nibbling on waste, in hopes of tasting

To be engulfed again

to hear his beating of the drums

I follow ghosts, believed in nightmares

to be violated by words, toxic fumes

Sleepwalking in this world of dreams

tangled up in riddles, heavy bass pounding

quenching thirst with ashes of hope

desperate until

the obsession takes hold


Unwanted, unresolved, every inch of my body I want to purge,

you firmly hold

give a breath of courage,

wholeheartedly

you remain, wait

my body weeps as you come inside

Lick the layers of shedding skin

caress the abandoned corners and curves

to shake, awaken

you strike a chord, deep in the core

through the slight opening of your mouth i see

the tongue, a nectar on your face

with the eyes, you trust, embrace

lay a gentle hand on my eyelids

the sapphires strum my heartstrings

keeping me steady, a sigh of relief

that follows a realization

a bonding made in faith


my hands play music   perform with your body

a holy instrument, sculpted yet melting

on the notes I play, you moan, heave sighs

laughter spreads in peace

on the horizon of your skin

bare, i want to

plant my kisses that you will water,

love, and keep



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