"calidity" poems
define warmth for me, so that I comprehend
because I've been rubbernecking, though I reside here
and your greenhouse effect affects me not
I'm caught in a position of longing, but it is less of a yearning and more of an ambition
because I'd do utterly anything to feel the spark of embers
the sort of glow that old remember and young magnify
too often I'm hearing a climatic affair of the strong brought to knees
before being enveloped by a numbness that eases their burden
more often I am enraged by their weakness: disgusted by their vulnerability
or perhaps it's jealousy
from one who never felt the urge at the starter's pistol
it's hard to pity when the Arctic's all you've known
and maybe it's not fair
but who are you to say so
because I won't undergo your tragedy
and you won't fathom mine...
quit your babbling - it's all a mind game
and your wailing drives me wild
honestly, promise me nothing because keeping oath requires a fervor
which only comes with fire and you've the ability to find it despite your cold
but behold - that smouldering - I've never even felt it
still I can feel a trickle of pride
at your dab of effort when your arms encircled me
but dearest, I shivered
petrified, I sobbed because you were so close and blazing
while I was freezing
and that girl across the road sensed the calidity, unbuttoned her jacket and handed it over
to a man on the sidewalk in snowfall
he felt from her what she felt from you
you put scalding verses my glacial
green eyes were hopeful; my brown, resigned
I was worlds away from neutral
this ice has not enslaved me
make no illusion that there's a stand still
because I've yet to find the frosty pillar that might halt this endeavor for fire
on the streets I see vessels radiating my craving
and I wonder
by what method did they reach their warm condition
but at below 0
I suppose all you see is warms bodies.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
laying down,
i felt the calidity between my thighs.
my hands portrayed Yours,
fingers linger around black lace.
Wanted Your lips to hit the brink of mine,
but my hunger was left unsatisfied.
i thought of You, silly of me.
imagination
took
me
to
the
summit.
that was all, in the Utopia i moved You in,
where i can feel Your strokes from miles away.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:05 AM UTC
I’ve grown close to cold coffee
While heat is ever fleeting
In time we’ll meet at the periphery
With lingering calidity
I’ll sip through tepid acidity
And what was once unpalatable
Is now bitterly comforting
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
My heart is a calamity containing calidity
I condone my situation because of what I view as justification... validity
I commence in feeding an ego that soon will be too immense for my own body
To lobby for draining more of who I was to satisfy a condition that should cease in existence...
(Who I am)
Has no point.
It's chronic to my health and as I continue to comment
I wish a cosmic allotment would hit me
I close my eyes and fade
Hoping to capture my reveries, but instead
I capitulate to the reality bleeding through my eyes
My insides dwell under a crimson sunset sky
How can the sun dare to shine on a place frozen over?
Ineffable and sublime
I attempt to open my eyes
Stopped by my bride, clinomania
She lies next to me in bed
I'd try to get out, but the only thing left is my head
Even then the dessert sand interior never fails to blow right through my hands
Binding my bones
Paralyzing my stance
I might be on Mars
That was never the plan
Yet, here I stand
Tongue in hand
Heart full of blood
Why is nothing ever enough?
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC