Image for the poem Incomplete, me

Incomplete, me

Born of beauty, lust and sin; a whispered name
on lovers' wanton lips beguiles.
I trace the silken fibers of carnality, naked
and beckoning of intrinsic penetration.

A harbinger of solidarity, reflecting pools flood
the portage trail where we are set adrift on currents
that submerge sanguine expectations of solitude
rode beyond a warlord sun, a burning star.

Orgasmic waves assault walls of given surrender mercilessly
and I swallow the saffron heat of anguish. Love is cataclysmic;
I weep for it. I cling to it with Trophonian arms
and a heart imbued with dolor.

 "Love is the voice under all silences,
 the hope which has no opposite in fear;
 the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
 the truth more first than sun, more last than star." E.E. cummings​
  (Artwork by: Gerard Fieret)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 15 reading list entries 4
comments 28 reads 1024
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 4:20am by Grace
Today 2:29am by Ahavati
Today 2:08am by Ahavati
Today 1:37am by Josh
Today 1:11am by Josh