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feldgrau eyes
it hurts when she’s with me
it hurts when she’s gone
what is love but a parade of sorrow
just beyond glass ovals in wire frames is the valley of her
stormy eyes, gray as the weeping day outside my window.
she stares at me with a depth I cannot penetrate, & I wonder
if her heart speaks that way. what can she know of my face,
scarred & unremarkable, trapped within her imperfect vision?
I have not walked the ground or smelled the air in her
withering garden, but she feels me interloping,
surrounding her with phantom embraces.
she feels my mouth on her throat, savage enough to plant
a burning rosehead; her hair lifted & held with a certain
cruel force. she feels her breasts encircled, my lips hungry
at their tips.
if she is not naked, I will make her naked, as her desire of
me assures her garments discarded, soiled from the demure
falling waters of her passion. her arms abducted, her wrists
bound behind her. & all upon her trembling flesh, the great
weight of me as I vandalize her geisha’d beauty, an aberration
not abandoned in all my years of unrequited decadence.
she feels herself rudely placed upon the sheets, her legs urged
apart; she feels the push against her thighs, the invasion of her
slick venus gap, the carnal agonizing friction, & in moments she
feels the rush of warm fluids inside her, because she yearns to
feel exactly that.
when a goodnight kiss is the last benediction of distant lovers,
she feels the hurt…
poems are not written to beknight loneliness
and love is not about us –
why are you so far away?…
(Art: Schtadler)
Published 16th Aug 2016
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16th Aug 2016 10:15pm
poems are not written to beknight loneliness
and love is not about us –
why are you so far away?…
Kerplunk.
and love is not about us –
why are you so far away?…
Kerplunk.
16th Aug 2016 10:37pm
I suspect you're a welcome interloper, either in her artist's studio or garden of delights. Her bedroom can be a battlefield. Fine work.
You are the rarest un'finish'd
un'polish'd gem I know and
always will be
Wow, I'm so for... she feels
familiar to me in the hell's
pit of my bosom
-Howlings
un'polish'd gem I know and
always will be
Wow, I'm so for... she feels
familiar to me in the hell's
pit of my bosom
-Howlings
16th Aug 2016 11:52pm
why are you so far away?…
This one deserves a few tears,they were well earned and deeply felt. Love is painful from far away,but from that pain something stronger and more beautiful blooms.......
This one deserves a few tears,they were well earned and deeply felt. Love is painful from far away,but from that pain something stronger and more beautiful blooms.......
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17th Aug 2016 1:09am
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17th Aug 2016 1:29am
17th Aug 2016 11:13am
"when a goodnight kiss is the last benediction of distant lovers,
she feels the hurt…"
I suspect parting with you after such a night would be sorrowful indeed John..
masterfully written..
love Crim
she feels the hurt…"
I suspect parting with you after such a night would be sorrowful indeed John..
masterfully written..
love Crim
17th Aug 2016 3:50pm
"she feels my mouth on her throat, savage enough to plant
a burning rosehead" love that line ..very passionate ink John...i truly enjoyed!!!
a burning rosehead" love that line ..very passionate ink John...i truly enjoyed!!!
1st Sep 2016 1:09am
This is deep and actually it's excellent in every way; rhythm, complexity, spacing, imagery, mystery..... I don't quite understand the last line, but that's what makes it thought provoking....
