deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Time Has Come
I agonize and dream I use my claws
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow
The humid slick is running down the walls
The night is thick with nowhere else to go
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky
The night is thick with nowhere else to go
Each tremor taking us before they die
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky
Denying us the rain that comes alone
Each tremor taking us before they die
That soon will bring a deluge of our own
Denying us the rain that comes alone
While lovers steal the moment from within
That soon will bring a deluge of our own
And join ecstatically our naked sin
While lovers steal the moment from within
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat
And join ecstatically our naked sin
Until our passion wanes in slow retreat
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat
The deeper night appears as moon ascends
Until our passion wanes in slow retreat
But time has come I need no more pretend
The deeper night appears as moon ascends
The humid slick is running down the walls
But time has come I need no more pretend
I agonize and dream I use my claws
(A Pantoum: rhyme scheme: abab, 10-syllable line count.)
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow
The humid slick is running down the walls
The night is thick with nowhere else to go
To rake them down your spine & ride you slow
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky
The night is thick with nowhere else to go
Each tremor taking us before they die
As lightning shakes the thunder from the sky
Denying us the rain that comes alone
Each tremor taking us before they die
That soon will bring a deluge of our own
Denying us the rain that comes alone
While lovers steal the moment from within
That soon will bring a deluge of our own
And join ecstatically our naked sin
While lovers steal the moment from within
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat
And join ecstatically our naked sin
Until our passion wanes in slow retreat
A salty tidal surge from evening's heat
The deeper night appears as moon ascends
Until our passion wanes in slow retreat
But time has come I need no more pretend
The deeper night appears as moon ascends
The humid slick is running down the walls
But time has come I need no more pretend
I agonize and dream I use my claws
(A Pantoum: rhyme scheme: abab, 10-syllable line count.)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8
reading list entries 1
comments 15
reads 1113
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.