enshrouded in a heavy white fog
the day slips into anonymity
and I question whether I have made
the right decisions
drudging along on empty
my entire being ripped
into too many pieces
to even count the reasons
why I did what I did
solitude is a joyous thing
when you love yourself
but otherwise
its the loneliness of time
that keeps ticking away
the many parts of you that lay
dying in the thickness of the fog
she says she wants to sit
with her legs over mine
each of us plunging in deep
into the secrets that bring us
together for this main event
she says she has dreamt
of this and it brings her
to that rapid breath space
where twisting up and bearing down
seems to bring more pleasure
I too, have been in that dream
longing to hold more than precious moments
though for now, its all I have
till we sit with our legs draped
over the other in anticipation
of the main event
as she calls when we come together
she rides me like I was some
kind of bronco
wild and freely
bucking up to the wind
letting out shrills cries
that beg and haunt
I just want to keep taking her there
to that place where
the wet seems to flow
and she wants to show
me just what I do to her...
She plays me like some kind
of horn
placing her lips firmly
around my heat
her tongue gliding across
with precision
till I too sing the words no one
hears but she
loud and free
she asks me about my closet
the place where I leave my baggage
that space where troubles remain hidden
maybe to be dealt with
and maybe not
just depends if I feel like hurting or not
She wants to know if Im going to process
all of the garbage and I feel it all coming
to the surface like blood from a fresh wound
its not a good day for processing
I just want to swim in the recesses of time
and shut the door to the prisons of my mind
Viscous and slippery
the way it erupts
and then seeps into
the crevices of life
like an ocean whose tidal motions
are a powerful emotion
that wet and splash
so she is the same
every time she comes
calling my name
Moments that hold us
perspiring clinging
arching then gasping
singing sounds that blend
with moans and whispers
skin tight as I reach inside
and twist to see her smile
than contort cause it never felt so good
saying good-bye has never been easy
especially with a life long friend
but we both have grown tired
of old games and then
thought it best to move on
but why then did the barbs come from her
to slash across my hearing world
why then did she bring up old wounds
to let them bleed forever in the waning sun
You can't fight demons
without some fire in your soul
this I know for a fact
though I haven't been told
You cant rage on into darkness
without some embers
to light your way
or hurry on into tomorrow
before you have finished today
You cant take someone to your
heart 'less you know a part of their soul
This I know for a fact deep inside
though I have yet to be told
just have to keep that fire in your soul
She doesnt believe
says there is too much
past that keeps surfacing
wants me to explore the feelings
I told her were gone
her doubts slash through me
leaving a jagged edge
unsmoothed by time
wondering how she could discount
even rule out
that which I have professed
doesnt she feel the content
of my heart
and the freedom of my soul
to love her and no one else
she rides the pleasure streak
that runs through me
eruptions that send me
spinning into dreams
that hold us close to soaring
she is my equestrian beauty
as I buck up into her flames
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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