Pour toujours

I sit on a rock of sadness

A melancholy piece of flesh

My bones pound against my skin

Needing an escape from the avalanche within

My lungs struggle to inhale

The thick air of memories

Keeping me in a prison of heartbeats

They bite, leaving bruises on my blood

How to solve a mystery

How to recover from this…

Hurt

Ensconced in a forest of pain

Floating in mossy poetry

Seeking a remedy

Wanting

Longing for that yesterday

When you loved me

Regardless

And I

I just loved you

Period

Imperfectly

Unapologetically

Deeply

From my cage

Moi…

Mon amour

Je t’aimerai pour toujours

In my defense, I have not done this in a very long while. Blah!

Dream in time (from the archives)

You are my greatest weakness

A lasting fire

Fueled by desire

Sweet nervous knots

Dancing in my core

Butterfly wings sharpened to perfection

Every cut, deeper than the last

Your will

My wish

My thoughts

Your gifts

Falling deeper this

Glorious dreams of bliss

Take my soul

Never let me go

Command space

Playing strings to bind

Locks that hold us close

A powerful universe consumes us

Particles of affection whispering our breaths

We become a soliloquy of passion

Enchained

Entwined

Our lips counting seconds into kisses

Our tongues

Acquiesce

Surrendering to wild, raw

Stolen moments

Deliciously forbidden

You devour me

Make me yours forever

Now

You own me, my essence

There is no turning back

My hands are bound

As I kneel

Still

Thirsty

A slave to our love

To you

…

Time

We existed only to please it

Now

We hold its key burning in our hearts

Some thoughts on this:

Poetry has always been personal to me. If I read it or write something about it, it is deeply rooted in me. But it is not always about me or my experiences; it is born from deep imagination and dreams. Music also inspires me, as did Hans Zimmer’s “Time” for this piece.

Sleep Gone

I sleep in segments

Between disappointing pasts

And loathsome memories

Beneath the shadow of dreams

Lingering in corridors of regret

An empty refuge

A vacant solitude

The sludge of worry

Soldering life’s tapestry

A gnawing anxiety

Biting the neck of REM

I sleep in fragments

Broken thoughts

Puzzling butterflies

Origami visions

Conjuring up storms

Of decaying lullabies

A parade of melancholy

In a quarry of pain

I. Do. Not. Sleep.

Except to wake and…

Find

You

Gone

Coming back to WordPress and Delicate Surrender

Man! I am struggling to come back to this place. I’m working on life right now, but I know this is part of my life and I miss it so much. As I work towards returning to more posting for fun and to improve my craft, here’s one from the vault: a poem from 2018, originally published on Fictioninmyhead.com.

Delicate Surrender

Inhaling your affection

I’ve a desire for you

A craving

Lusting after your mouth

Bathing in honey

Your body against mine

You’ve created in me…

Chaos

A delicate surrender

Dancing, enticing… rejoicing

Thoughts melting into us

Becoming larger than life

Clothed in my breath

Your bite… your kiss

A caress cloaked in fire

Skin to skin

Drip… drip… drip

Golden

Sticky

Sweet

Nourishment

Your touch

My darlin… LOVE