I watched the tide
sweeping in and out
rushing to shore
with greater momentum
the whitecaps
pouring over the smooth stones
then retreating to the sea....
I pull you to me
my teeth sinking into
the curves of your
body arching
to meet my lips
as they grace
your inviting flesh
colliding with the honeyed hues
of sand...
We are breathless
in amazement
awe filled with excitement
as every nuance
of touch titillates
and manipulates
the moisture as it splashes
against the rocks
I stood face to face
with wisdom
or was it anger
that plagued me?
Into the looking glass
I stared
in mock admiration
Confronting myself
with the eyes
of indifference
marveling the complexities
of egotistical balance
Need I say more?
Or perhaps
just consider me the fool
laughing in the court
of memory...
I just wasn't strong
enough
to stand by my convictions
when they hurled rocks
and harsh expletives
at my countenance
So instead I threw the mirror
away
lest I doubt my very
existence
or the reason why I still breathe
I stood face to mirror
watching and looking
at she looking back
The music in the background
sets the scene
I dance and sway in time
with the tempo
and she looking back
seems to laugh
Could she be having a
better time than me?
She is sweet
like honeysuckle
dripping elixirs
that fill my mouth
with ecstasy
and yearning
like a drug
she is heady in my life
pulling me into
her warmth
into her fire
I am the addict
who begs for more
should she touch me
and free me
I am filled with her
every nuance
every second that passes
fills me with her beauty
I long to brush
my flesh up against hers
just to breathe in the scent
of her existence
just to breathe in the voluptuous
aura that is she....
I long to be
inside of her
feeling as she is reeling
and rocking hard against me
I long to kiss
her tenderness
her naiveté
her innocence
I need to burn deep within
as she falls into me....
I love her walk
the way her hips
move from side to side
inviting me to take hold
and pull her into
the world that is me
to pull her into the wake
of desire...
She is the flame
that ignites each breath
I take
each breath that fills my lungs
with life
she is beauty
I wanted you to be a tree
and you were
and I climbed your branches
new with life
I felt the green of your womb
fulfilling the earth's wishes...
I wanted you to be water
and you were
and I swam into your mouth
so cool
I drank from the delta
of your fountainous spring
and rejuvenated
my existence
in the spray of your falls...
I wanted for you to be earth
and you were
and I rolled deep into your soil
I smelled your dust as it crept
up under me
and down into my soul
I felt for your home land
and walked upon your body free....
Your love sets me free
Did I make you blush
when I spoke those words
Did your heart just skip a beat
Did you feel yourself
get wet
from just the thought
that I could do
what I told you
in whispered tones
against the backdrop
of night?
Did you feel me
inching towards
that place you call safe
with your zipper still intact
and your slacks
still on
and my hand reaching
just to brush your innocence
Did you feel me baby?
In syncopated rhythm
our hands sought touch
senses so hot
so real
Timeless beauty
etched upon
my mind
this vision of you
melting me
I came hard
wrapped around
the dream
whispering your name
I can't eat, sleep or dream
these senses so hot, so real
There are no fingers
to caress the parts
of me
that respond
there are no hands
to open the parts
of me that yearn
that burn
in the solitude of night...
Why do I continue
to breathe
with so many inconsistencies
I had just
slipped
into that realm
of silence
where you and I
cease to see
cease to understand
why we were here
to begin with....
It was an evening
that fell in
between
one where your words
spoke ill of what we shared
and my arms
alone
couldnt
wouldnt shield you....
Couldnt speak
what I felt
or couldnt feel
the muted colors
still wet upon
the canvas
now bleeding
when tilted....
Just because the norm
fell into a cage
turned into rage
Confusion
and unexpected plans
laid to vent
the seascape
now muddled.....
Hurtful phrases
that lashed out
stinging the underbelly of contempt
and now nowhere to ponder
to ask the unavoidable
questions that most
certainly will rip and tear
the very interior
of what we used to
call love....
She says she was told
by friends
what to expect of me
how could they even dream
who I was
never having come face to
face
with the reality of me
How could they ever even fathom
what lies inside
this fevered mind....
Now sick with ridicule
and ruement
doubting the foundation
the support beams
that held us intact
or so it seemed.
Whats to become of all
those sentiments?
If you have enjoyed Carol Marie's Poetry, then please be certain to e-mail her at carybehr[at]comcast.net and thank her for posting her Work.
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