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 Jun 2020
Ell
I still write poems about you
the same way
a widow
brings flowers to the grave
each word is tied
to your shadow
led to the slaughterhouse
for muted screams
we only existed
in the gap of time
inside the silence between heartbeats
now our borrowed history
is fading
like the end of a song
like the last line of a poem
You have been gone
Im still here writing
 Jun 2020
waskosims
the room is small
the breeze flops against the listless shade
the ache, the way to you is in this small boudior
the daybed,the table and dresser
           the essentials
           stage props in a play
...........love has never been so contained,  yet so full with aliveness
          yet it was not
we met and departed in some confusing torment
we were hopeless
crossing over the threshold
we passed thru that doorway too many times
we crossed every fine line ever imagined
love was becoming a spreading stain
...i've lost count of sunday afternoons
the times i met you in a brutal arrangement
the times when we layed still and didn't speak
after the somersaults 
after we completed our separate parts
in this small tragedy
we just  layed back and breathed
-a faint bark in the distance
captures our attention
what does that dog want?
neither of us would answer
...all these years later i wonder
you must have known what i wanted
you had to...tell me you did...now
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 Jun 2020
IntoTheGale
Tonight’s cold breeze brings
On its wings the palpable memories
Vivid and visceral, of when my lips
First touched yours-
The night my heart’s defenses
Evaporated, carried away
With but a kiss.

It whispers in my ears
The seductive song of your desire
Of your longing,
Of the ache my body suffers
In the absence of you.

The vast endless sky
Tonight, is the canvas
Upon which my memory
Paints- of when I
touch your skin,
you close your eyes
Trying to fight back the ecstasy,
Wave after wave of bliss,
That our bodies offer up

The very elements of tonight kindle
Deep within me a desire
I burn for you
I am Insatiate,
enraptured,
haunted-
I need to consume and be devoured.

midnight encircles me in her blanket of stars
And again I know you-
I close my eyes and feel you,
As the wind sings me your song.
 Jun 2020
IntoTheGale
The grey morning sky-
In my dulcet dreams we claim it as ours,
When I wake with you breathing softly
Next to me, to the song
Of the rain and the ghost of your three
Sweetest whispered words
still hanging in the air,
to the curve of your naked silhouette
Half-covered by a soft white sheet,
So ******* lovely and pure and perfect-
I want to watch you stretch, languidly,
towards my kisses and my embrace-  
you are everything I ever need or want
in the light of our new day, my love.
 Jun 2020
IntoTheGale
The profane nature of my heart’s desire
Does not merit prayers
that a purer path may present itself-
My impious thoughts burn through me
Like a prairie brush fire that
paints the night sky red
And all the verses culled from the
holy texts meant to palliate my appetites
Cannot quiet
how I ache for you
my longing striking a sustained chord,
atonement slipping through my fingers.

Every time we touch, you leave a mark
 May 2020
John Destalo
I felt you
urgently

like a siren
going off

inside of me
something

clinging
desperately

our souls
entangled

telling each
other

a story that
doesn’t want

to end
 May 2020
CMXIClement
Eye to eye,
I want to be lost in you.
Peering through the windows to a spirit of fire.
To be leveled with merely a glance
that leaves me defenseless yet safe.

Lip to lip,
I want to savor you.
Leaving chills where our fingertips trace.
Painting with the brush of my tongue on the canvas of yours
vibrant watercolors of orchids.

Hip to hip,
   I want to traverse ancient ruins of toppled granite, layered with moss and scaled with ivy.
I want to walk coasts kissed by the waves of seas,
as they topple the sandcastle we built and left behind.

Side to side,
I want stand with you and nurture your passions.
To inspire you, and for you to inspire me.
To stare at a wonder brimming with zeal,
to marvel at a soul so compassionate.

Heart to heart,
I want to discover you, to learn the depths of who you are.
To unveil the mystery of a goddess.
I want you to learn me, and see me.
To share in each other's pain and triumph.

Hand in hand,
I want to walk with you on sunlit roads and darkened paths.
To uplift you and encourage you.
To be there to celebrate your success,
And hold you up in failure.

From me to you,
This is my heart, and I never had much.
I always craved that connection, and oneness.
I can live without it, I know I'm self-sustained,
but there will always be an ache in my heart for you.
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