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  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Louise
I just want, to peacefully sleep
enveloped in your arms
I don't even want to see
just want to be out of harm
      Staying here, forever in safety
      inhaling your scent, it's home
      you'll whisper so sweet and quietly
      I won't ever feel alone
Tenderly wrapped around me
I can feel the warmth of your love
whispering 'It's me and you only'
it feels like rays from the sun
      Dreaming, here I lay
      softly caressing only you
      will it be long enough I pray
      to let my love seep through
yet I know I am desperately alone
and you are not really here
but my heart, unable to cope
refused to believe love can disappear
  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
nivek
detached from all emotional ties
but never from living
which is loving in solitude

its greatest blessing
may well be the sacrifice
already made

the loss of physical company
of relations and friends
this side of the grave.
  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
S Smoothie
your sweet touch lingers in the memory of my skin
tiny pinholes of pleasure gasping for breath
the hardness of you pressed warmly against the hollows
the sheath laid to the floor
no barriers
all guards let down
acceptance of the inevitable
as you drink deep, what is offered so willingly
after a hard fought battle
pleasures escape from your lips lies caress my soul
and mark my heart for disaster
and in the warm panic of approaching ******
all confessions obtained by blunt and assertive force have been wrenched away from this guarded heart,
and yet nothing but the mechanics of your lips and fingertips linger
the warmth swept away by the cold resolution in piercing eyes now
rolled into cold disregard
and deadly ice sets upon blunt trauma shattered by the inevitable truth
the years fall away as a game of love versus lust is thrown to the dogs
and I exquisitely and completely assassinated by love,
one sweet blow at a time.
you get what you believe you wanted only to get what you really asked for. a right hook is the best defence of a left jab.
  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Gladys P
In my voluminous botanical garden
Sits a vegetation, of luxuriant foliage
Gently dancing in the wind
As a yellow canary sings lyrical notes
Fluttering freely, leaving me with a grin

Aiming beautifully, when capturing the essence
From one bud to the other
And nothing could compare
As he lingers graciously
Quite lovely, as I stare

Upon the richness, of the light blue skies
An unforgettable scenery
With clouds in puffs of snow
As the sun slightly peeks
And my heart, thy certainly stole
  Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
M Sanchez
Constantly here
but never at my current location
galaxies away in my mind's endless space
lost
with no intent to be found
acknowledging your absence
but refusing to excuse it
physically,
everything's fine
inside, rage the emotional bruises
Steven Fortune Apr 2014
No way for her to ascertain
the ashen carpets of erasure
randomly assigned to the tapestry of garish
hope's circumstantial hopscotch squares
with a body already incommodiously perched
upon legs submissive to the here and now's
drunken mercury
Alone she has been left to sweep up
the gravity that hobbles optimism
in the hops of faith around the ambivalence
of horizontal authenticity
Left alone to weep on twitching roots
and theorize a rally bloom in spite
of severance in tune with sparks of closure
The shadow of her sunken chin emits
embroiled tributaries of respawning yesterdays
Queen of checkerboard embodiment
her rhythmic rule entails zephyrs of endurance
in the vacuum of fulfilling prophecies
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