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Defined

In this day and age, we’re engulfed by a culture of shallow, who fail to comprehend the beauty that emerges in love, with obsessive missives filled with italics and other slants, and I wonder why you worked so hard to capture me, whilst mouthing everything French, Latin, Spanish & Italian in tandem, and I ponder the taxonomy of our love, as much as I pay reverence to one’s existence, which oft emerges in those moments of solace when you linger in my thoughts whilst crossing my path with flashing neon lights in the twilight, knowing that’s how you keep tabs on me, and that’s what keeps me tethered to you, forevermore.

Which, may not have truly existed given the way you pursued x, y and z on the side whilst stringing me along, and I understand you need a lot of love as that’s how, when & where our words collide, at the intersection of all our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows, and we still haven’t deciphered the way forward whilst grasping the concept of probability as you measure the distance it takes, to take the long way home.

Noting, the narrative and the time it took us to build this wall of silence whilst immersed explicitly in the way your hands drift all over me as your kisses seal thy lips, and we’re bound to one another yet we’re stuck here in translation, waiting for time to tell us that there’s no other lover who’s more apt at reading one another, and you’re so far embedded in the depths of me that you feel like home.

Knowing, we share an unspoken commitment as our hearts determined long ago that we belonged to each other, and our love has matured like a fine bottle of pinot with a crisp taste that keeps us threaded, albeit we’re time poor from work & other peripheral things that obstruct our clarity, we still hold one another’s gaze & hope for the best, and I hope we make it beyond the realm that keeps us time impoverished, whilst acknowledging that if you wanted more you’d make time as time is critical to the sovereignty of love as we didn’t bond acrimoniously per se.  

There’s no thank god for not seeing you as I feel you underneath my skin no matter where I go, and I see you, scoping the me that’s an introvert by default who prefers my own company but the extrovert in me craves to celebrate the you & me, forensically, by the way our lips speak to one another, measured by the way our hands cannot abstain from touching in ways that only true lovers know as the rebellious conservative in me, speaks the art of you as the proliferation of our heartbeats, depict a thunderous, uninhibited pervert that beckons us to grasp the complexity of such, and that entails the definition of our [im]possible love.  
 
We need to discern whether or not our kisses are a prelude or an ending, that comes with a commitment to abide or a severance that enables us to both move forward with one another, or with someone else, without diminishing the time it took for us to build the internal structures that enable us to flourish all over one another, without boundaries that are designed to govern.  
 
Albeit, at a distance, when the latter applies but I’m tired, sleep deprived & need more than cursives to fill my ambient confined spaces, whilst you abstain & ponder the furtive fallacy that you empowered to wedge itself between the you & me that was us as we held one another’s gaze, whilst holding hands, hip to hip & lip to lip, in fields of blood red poppies that were scattered in the wind, once the war was over.

I love you, doesn’t mean I’m unable to let you go, it means that whichever way you choose to go I’ll be there, or maybe not, pending the outcome of our moment whether in the past as you chase your future, which may not even be me, and I’ve waited my whole life for this moment of truth, as our love for one another, is undeniable but somewhat unstable.

It shines through in every thing we do in the stark light of day, and you track & monitor me in the dark expecting me to deceive you which is inconsistent with who I am, particularly when I’m on the cusp of fuck me now, or forever hold your peace whilst someone else does, what you cannot or will not, simply by default as you break the fall within another’s empty nest.

Whatever, there’s no abridged version to the way you poured your rock hard into my glistening tight wet plush velveteen core, until we made love whilst fucking in ways that weren’t consistent with vanilla slice, whilst scribing your name on my cunt, like always & forever, and that’s what our hearts pledged as we exploded all over one another, and those moments defined us then, and still, very much in the here & now.
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