Between Midnight and 3am   
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not yours
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not yours
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
  Reposted by Brook  ·  3 days ago
Chris Fracc
Chris Fracc
3 days ago

Waking sweat drenched and intoxicated on obsession
In an effort to dry out, no doubt I found the gravitational pressure never lessened
Never waned
Never wavered
I woke with a vision...only the subject was missing
As my fevered chest rose and fell, I was well aware it's antagonizer
I've spoke of eyes probably too often
It's been mentioned
But they are like fire fly innocent being chased with innocent intention
If I said I hadn't held back, I'd be proven a liar
Patience is a virtue, also I can't help but shake common apprehension
She's walked miles in her view
Harshened life but still found light
And I've been hurt too
Back to a glance and I'm whispered willing to wait in your presence
This is not linear liberation, your free spirit
Lays on me like a sentence
And I sigh
More often than not, in its light
Stop labor for a second
Think the what if....second guessings
What could I bring to your table
I could share a simple conversation
That is the harvesters dream
Where we bare massive weight to reach a worthwhile destination
I wake with her story as humble reminder
I could fall forever
If I got to stumble beside her
I'll ask nothing
And save you a comfortable shoulder
I wake with the feeling of beauty rests easy, the thought of a soul worthy to follow
Study and wonder
The one found natural to get foolish
And impossible to get over

Brook
Brook
3 days ago

You have found a way inside
Like Virginia creeper climbing walls of stone
Only to find a crack in the foundation
That allows a taste of the unknown
Uncountable words drip from honeyed lips
Knowing that my sweet tooth
Has been sorely neglected
I fall
Hard
Grasping onto your nimble vines
Lengths that bind us
Piece by piece
I could pull on your roots to no avail
Anchored deep as the gravity between star and planet
It would take a meteor the size of our fair moon
To remove me from your embrace

  Reposted by Brook  ·  5 days ago
Chris Fracc
Chris Fracc
5 days ago      4 days ago

The descent from complete infatuation to remembering the prolific cheek bones has me sleeping light with but one shut eye.....
And those eyes...dip at the corners like a swans dive....
Wait where was I......
Oh yeah....I'm putting in effort to walk past a window
Pocketing these stones
I'll pitch them no more
But the linen long hanging drapes in a passing breeze remind me of a dress you probably once wore that I'll never see
And how you'd tell me it's hand stitched
And I'd be impressed by the workmanship, knowing because I learned as a kid how to hem a seam
How to tend a dream
And being held so infrequently, I was born to love so over aggressively
You have no idea how easy I could see picking you up like a days labor
I'm thin but it's all pent up strength
From a long while chasing a stranger
I'm descending
But I don't want to
I really just want you
This whole spelunking for impostors only makes it round robin to you're mountains
And valleys I'd come tumbling
Like your Jill, and I'm jack shit till I catch you
Whether you saw it coming I bet it settled uneasy
Please be understanding
I am a youth to rappelling from the cliffs of what it is you've implanted
I spoke once of ferimones that cause blurred visions
This is the impression that I get
I would like to set up camp for a moment
And rest with you, a nibble upon neck
And this is said with genuine intentions
And only the highest respect...

Brook
Brook
6 days ago

This will not break me
I may posses a wooden heart
Which bobs along through tempest
And calm
But you'll never find me wrecked on the bottom
Weighed down
Fighting for air

Brook
Brook
Apr 10

I don't know you like I used to
Dove grey haze settles
In the air, swirling slide shows between us
I catch moonlit glances of your fevered advances
Stretching the fine edge of breaking free
You shutter me
Soft light bubbles pop against the backdrop
A sudden urge to laugh rises
The heavy burden of loss carried deep
This surface isn't what it used to be
I am not the same old me

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Apr 3
Chris Fracc

Gypsy says....
The prettiest things, she's a pendant she's a mineral its literal
She's weighing heavy on my chest
Her words once inhaled
Serves well to take my breath
I'm thinking oh no, here we go
Shes got my attention again
There's no brighter light
There's no better friend, than
The one with this kind of beauty that lives on imprinted in your head
From bud to petal from where it begins
To where the river bends
When your down, she's art in thought
And I've caught it now
Drug up from the depths
Those pretty things
A gypsy says.......
I said, you got those pretty eyes
Deep enough, see through the fog along those pristine country miles
Just try to keep your eyes off her country side
I'm a bit lip procrastinator
I'm a tuck tail shutter, you got a boy incapacitated
Adorned with that demeanor, like a sun dress picking peaches
Jesus,
You got me thinking outside myself
Feverish
Imagining your most primitive features
Gypsy just says....
So Casual...
That's flattering
Matter of fact, infact it's maddening
Never expected
Loose myself in the moment, before you know what's happening
I've been affected
She's the paint, she's the frame and the whole damn gallery
She smiles, eyelashes curl
If she bats em, I'm gonna loose my mind
Damn.......
And sigh
Knowing it would go this way
There's something in the way,
Everything a gypsy says.....
I said I try!
I'm trying to keep my head, intact
If not attached
But come on,it's not fair
Honey shouldn't drip like that
She barefoot dancer in the Burberry patch
It's hard not to follow
Harder to look away
I choke as I swallow
Words that the gypsy says....

:) being mused and enlightened is fun....this ones a piano solo song, and man do I suck at singing it's going in the lock away vault!
  Reposted by Brook  ·  Mar 31
Matthew Berkshire
Matthew Berkshire
Mar 31      Mar 31

Your brown eyes have such depth.
I wonder if I dove into them
how far I'd have to swim
before I didn't know
which way was up.

The abyss of your curls
surround me
pulling me under,
and I hardly struggle;
Just a few ripples,
and nothing like that lady in Jaws
with her orgasmic screams.

I'll take the proffered tentacle
- allowing you to lead me away
from this place.

#eyes   #abyss   #ocean   #sea   #depth   #octopus   #squid   #tentacles  
 
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