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need to get it out my system
spill these words in the dark
though they're out of sync and rhythm
but when our lips lock; im melting

when our eyes meet; im sinning
a deep emerald lagoon
i couldn't help but drown in
but then you showed me i could swim

parts disappear, we're under the same skin
where nowhere, everywhere & in-between
the things i hold inside comes unfolded
our breaths are held, tongues tied together

under this crescent moon you're mine to hold
under my scarred arms you can stay
under each inhales/exhales i will take you in
like a flowing ember back to its fiery hearth
it's the same ocean that touched our feet
i knew your voice, recognized your heartbeat
it sailed across a hollow husk of a shell
when you were pouring yourself out there

as each wave crash heavily on your thighs
the moon pulls the tides gently
like blanket over your cold shoulders
your salty tears merged with sea breeze

i was there when you weeped
and the thundering clapped
i was there when you grieved
for each death of your old selves

the most beautiful thing to come out of the sea, when she left i found parts of her soul buried inside me
Titillating.

The way your lips, traveled
unto to moist slopes of mine

Exhilarating.

The way your eyes, glimmered
with passion and with fire

Ravishing.

The way your hands, traced
the sensitive places inside

I could tell you tales of an infinity we had
Contained in the few stolen hours
We played with fire and ice
and each of those moments
Oh love, I've been dying to relive
Any time of the day, any time of the night.
?
I am not a safe drive. I'm a stormy sea.
There is no happy ending, just the aching feeling
of being almost there but not quite.
I'll cut our ropes and break our dishes
You'll shout my name and I'll cry for yours, but we'll be both voiceless
Whispering, "honey, what's the point, what's the point?"
there's something with the way
your mind works
how you see the world
with your jaded lens
& how those lazy eyes
would glance and tickle
the fabrics of my soul.
i drank your silence
like heavy liquor
and it destroyed me
yet i still succumbed
to the fantasy

the air is always lifted
differently when you
walk into the room
& my blood will always
dance, everytime
you open your mouth
ill always be looking out
in this kaleidoscope
of chances and changes
ill always think about
simply holding your hand
I forgot about how you unknowingly smirk
When I start calling back your name
I forgot that you will only mock
The way I scream out my lungs to the ocean
Expecting sunken ships to sail back to shore
I regret that I never swept the sands you left behind
I regret that I memorized the trail on this island.
And I do not understand how come I still get stuck in-between
Now I know, I’m only here to help you build your castle

But I will never be crowned the Queen.
  Feb 2019 Raven Scherbatsky
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
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