Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Do you feel
what I feel
when I touch you?
              Are you lit
              by a fire
              of intensity?
                            Or do you
                            feel that spark
                            of blue electricity?

As I feel you
I wait for you
to answer
with your fingertips.
Words are fun,
like playing in the sun.
They run and burn out,
as if there was never a doubt.
the way we relentlessly let our words go.
She summons me
To her side
Entices me to embrace
The morning shadows
And dance in the sunshine
She evokes
All along her tide.
She beckons me
To reach down
To be unafraid,
Unashamed of my
Own mortality.
She anoints my feet,
My ankles and knees
Then my chest, my neck
And head.
She envelopes me
In her deeper self
She drinks me up,
Laps me up
I am awash with movement,
Drowning in her love,
Then her scream
Masks my cry
I am lucid again
I am creation.
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
A
- the sun
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
A
And it was just as beautiful as he said it was.
But as I asked him to lift me higher, he put me down and left me there on the floor. And Lord, I don't think you've ever seen anything so black as after you've seen the sun, like truly seen it.

It just makes all the other colours disappear with him.
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
A
My heart
swelling
in my chest,
trying to stop
my tongue
from destroying this,
from destroying everything

But


"I can't..."

and just like that
our hearts stop

and it becomes too late
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
Hafsa
today
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
Hafsa
If I give up today
I did it for me

Maybe because
It was too much to handle
Something other than me

And bed become
A friend to depend on and on
Next page