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Bret White Sep 2019
Caught in the Never-ending loop
Tousled and ruffled by the Fabric
It's Measured in increments,
Particles yet visible
Meshed between the birth and the death.
It is never enough, yet there is always more.
A devil and an angel
Time is the essence.
Bret White Sep 2019
Can you see the Light you cast?
I watch the sun play on your skin.
It filters through the curtains,
Patterns play among you.

I see the smoldering passion,
Your eyes hold the soul of me.
I cannot resist your desires,
Release me Seductress!
Give me the freedom to love you!

Let me breathe your scent,
To taste your sweet lips,
I seek to be wrapped up in your limbs,
To discover the Eden that resides in you.
What Wonder and Bliss you have....
Like a drug to cure my sickness.
I need a dose for my ailments.

The Sun rises,
The rays move down your peaks and hills.
My fingers, like the delicate breeze, stirs the surface.
I can taste the salt on your skin.
Your floral scent mixed in, inflames me.

The Silk of your head spills like a river around you and frames you.
Your embrace, it is a salve.
It is sweet pleasure.
It is paradise.
I am diving deeper into you and I am lost.
I Navigate your body, and the winds of time take me.
Your voice is like silver bells, calling me onward.

I surge forward like the waves, and abate when they recede.
You are the world that I wish to be a part of.
Let us dwell where the wild things are,
Let us cast away the worries of the world and the interests of society.
We are beholden to no one...
Except each other.

My hunger is almost sated,
I am rocked like a man cast to the sea.
I tremble and shake
Lo, what a wonder you are!
Your vines, of such strength, entangle me.
I fear not the tightness.

We merge.
We are one.
I was thinking about a memory I had so long ago.
Bret White Aug 2019
Green blankets, rising and falling,
Speckled with hues of colors
Stirring with the caress of the wind.
Creatures, like motes, swirl and spin,
Alighting on the life-colors
A brief pause, and they move again.

Sky-cotton moving with ease,
Flowing with a slow river current
Lazily blocking the light from above,
Casting cool relief below.

I stand, amid the tranquility,
Breathing the scent and beauty of Calm.
The ease is reflected in my soul.
I close my eyes...
I open them...

I hear the explosions.
I feel the earth tear and rip.
My comrades, my friends, mowed down like grass.
I see death and chaos,
War and carnage,
I hear the screams of the dying.

My fear dies...

My rage is a growing storm.

— The End —