fear trickles
slow descent
of black and red
dewdrops, pale sheen
reflects diminishing energy
under duvet of gathering night
rusting slowly, i recall
fleeting moments like taste
of curry powder in choco-
late mousse, arching
of limbs in deep pleasure,
sated lips under the sweet rain-
waiting is short -
before i could soak earthly flavors -
the first frost falls,
its white and delicate hands heavy on my throat -
no mental preparation is adequate
for the sharp cut of separation, raw-stained
pain stinging eyes, water rising
and flooding the fragile chest --
bare of seeds and thirsty blooms,
now crumbling faster than sands--
it was never a question of
if and when, but how
in grieving and accepting,
i fall with a graceful sweep--
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picture credit: here
i gaze across autumn lilies
speckled orange and delicate
wings
it is mid-November
and sunrise is muted blue
lilac
my fingertips trace the edges
serrated pink and curled
palms
i hold as we make love - lingering
slow - amidst drone of subway
train
running fast and furious as days
turn colder and fades
quickly
in the brushstrokes of twilight -
mulched of seeds and fallen
leaves
strong is the scent of darkness
like grounded coffee beans
brewing
i hear your words underfoot
shaped green, restless moon
tide
sweeping changes, never far
touching our feet, which keeps
returning
for another fragrant sip -
my stem clings to damp dew
skin
anchoring our love, muddy warm -
in the coming winter
nights
when the night falls,
i search for you
bare cusp,
trembling like last leaf on branch
my fingers run along the shape
your face and torso
warm like red purple skies
as you hold me
in the evening cold
your real colors - smell of earth
paints my pale skin golden sun,
lips wet as ripe plums
the autumn window
makes me restless and eager
to behold twilight's awakening
sweeping the river gorge
electric blue, succulent grapes
it is majestic
as your serene eyes draping mine
when the night falls
Note: My posts this month will be few as I will be studying and taking my certification exam by the end of the month. I hope to visit you when I can. Thanks for the visit ~
when you kissed me
under the darkening shade
i forgot
how soft and tender the night can be
blurred of lines,
empty of violent shapes and crisp-
orange burns of sun and searing sky--
i imagine us
melting away in pit of darkness
but its only late afternoon
i have to catch my station train and bus,
cook dinner and - all the details -
the possibility of escape tempts me
underground, away from the city crowd
i look for the missing key
and find it dangling by the doorway
but i am a creature of habit and old ways,
so when i stammer to say goodbye --
i suddenly remember
how hard and brittle cold the floor tiles are
on my face --
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics - Through the Artist Lens - I don't know why this picture prompted me of domestic violence ~ Oh well, thanks for the visit ~
