love's newest form is heart and head, head and heart
and you are in my heart of hearts
love's new color is a rainbow of power and pleasure of reds, roses, magentas, violets and oranges
and you are the yellow sun, god of gods
love's sweetness is your middle name and your firmness is my craving like candy for child, like pillow for weary
love is different and filling and unique and many strange things that are unfamiliar
this unfamiliarity is welcome in my soul, and your soul beckons to me as well, welcoming
we are becoming like babes struggling to birth
and my self, woman, is moth to flame, engulfed in you, man
mere words lack in color, making it an impossibility to paint the picture of my love for you
just know it is torture to masochist me, loving the torture of your love, tortured more even by your distance
this poem is crazy discombobulated
desiring you, finally, my self resigns to the blindness of sleep
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Obsequious Obsession
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment