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Icarus Jan 2012
i saved a cup of tears 
squeezed from the cracks of my heart
by the venom of your ruthless rage
held it as long as i can
hands trembling with hope 
that i would not spill one bit
on your ******* cheerios
i see hazy matter on the fluid 
settle in the bottom 
and like shame, it clouds everything
if stirred unsteady.
and yes, light does not get there below
where it is cold. 

i cannot see where i am going
my vision is blinded by blood welling,
milked by the powerful strangle
of your vicious words...
for now, i just let it drip on this illogical cup 
that now runneth over
upon my tired, aging hands

tomorrow, i will build another vessel
close my eyes
rest my hands
seal the wounds of my heart
and go to sleep forever...
Icarus Jan 2012
i sip my coffee in earnest
strong, vapors rising
funnel into the seat of my brain
and spreads like summer wildfire
rousing dormant imprints you left 
like when your lips swell, smiling
the sugar and cream browning
the sacred cup you drink
as you look up in my eyes, melting
in silent conversation.

these thoughts warm me up
when i sip my coffee in earnest
in the manner we know so well
when i remember you
by the balcony.
Icarus Dec 2011
the silence of this room
fills my hollow soul,  
crawls  into this forsaken space
where we once frolicked shameless,
leaves me muted, staring oblivious
wondering why you had to run away with your laughter
when you could stay with me
with your tears...

i feel left alone without my consent
like a light switched off just like that,
and asked to bear.
the roadie has moved on
this groupie is left to find
another show...

i don't hear the music playing
i don't trust my resolve
while you were hiding,
i lost my train of thought...
Icarus Nov 2011
sunday morning
walking with you while the city walks by
frenzied footsteps of hurried lives
hanging on espresso coffee drunk black
bodies flung on a grinding cable car
huffing up on a hill
the restless mad rush of humanity
and so many of them...
but all that i see
is the indelible smile upon your face
eyes plucked from heaven's artwork
and set to gaze at me
with eagerness that leaves me breathless
as i strive to match your long strides
rebounding with the pleasures
of you and me
found…
i only see the city with your eyes
wander like a tourist with a mission
i will explore you
your eyes
your smile
your long strides
until we once again walk side by side
your hand in mine
oblivious to the city
on a sunday morning.
Icarus Nov 2011
when you moan
you squeeze my soul of its boundless lust
i pour this in your gaping mouth
my silken tongue funnel our liquids
and slides into the urgency of our craving
flesh gliding against scorched flesh
marinated by our sweat
such power in a scent
only lovers reek in sacred ***.
you are my goddess
and i fall into bottomless pits
of the pleasure and promise
you bring into our coccoon
i fill every orifice of your being
my body is in flames
by the heat of my desire
the sounds and the sights of you
corrupts my last resistance
there is nothing but surrender
the groan of heaven gone amuck
the quivering of membranes
tangled in the throes of your cries
your eyes seizing in explosive release
exhausted, we fall into spent heap
flailed bodies in blissful stupor
of a union so acute
so epic.
all of this happens
when you moan
with your face looking at me,
loving me.
Icarus Jul 2011
she dances,
undulating like a silk scarf in soft wind
her hips 
sway in sumptous rhythm like samba
her body 
writhes over a canvas of wildflower
traced by a convulsing painter's brush
watch her limbs now float and sail, 
graceful as a snake charmed senseless
on its sacred wandering space 
they beckon, 
like her lips served in sweet dessert
 
the night leaves nothing to chance
our flesh cavort in urgent beat
primeval 
like the throbbing of hearts in a womb
i find her eyes in the sea of humanity
they burrow into a delicious spot in my chest
i feel her deliver its shiver up my sweating spine
and she hears her name
in the silent whisper of my smile 
even as i get buried in the crowd
all i hear is her laughter 
in the midst of swirling shadows and seizing lights
and it leaves me in drunken longing.
 
i am but the helpless, hopeless audience of one
she is a shade short
of the greatest show on the dance floor
and a heartbeat too much
for my worshiping cup to hold.
 
when she dances, i am alive.
Icarus Jul 2011
today you could chose
to be silent or to shout
to sulk or to sway
to stall, simmer or bubble forth, overflow.
you decide.
your call.

but today,
i wish for you to dance
(just a wish, mind you)
a twist, a two-step, a waltz in solo
or just lose it wildy alone in the yard
with a flurry of smiles, adorning your face
your limbs undulate in synch
with the colors of your dress in a blur
brown curls sailing with the breeze
your blue eyes buried in stifled laughter
your fingers curl in beguiling pose
while you sway your hips
like cursive graffiti upon a sacred wall
sweat rising on hallowed ground
celebrating the impossible chance
that you even ******* exist.

should you opt to dance
please bury your troubles away
there is time enough to be sad another day
break out like a malady of mirth
infect us fervent with your delicious antics
we know you are crazy enough
to be trusted with our pernicious lives
for there are those of Us gathered
wandering souls with bated breath
to see your feet convulse in rhythm
and lead the parade.
i take my place in the crowd,
throw in my well-wishes
in that big vat of love a-boiling
in the center of the square
ready to see you go nuts.
you decide.
your call.

dance,
for the sake of dancing
love,
for the sake of loving.

so listen to the song spinning.
just maybe,
you could grant me the honor
of capturing your untamed vision
paint it with fierce abandon on this canvass
and offer it as my humble gift.

happy that you were born.
honored to meet you
right at the corner of this universe.

best wishes on your birthday!
Written for my Beloved on her birthday...
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