"demulcent" poems
Behold!
that drawing in
of breath
a minty
entanglement
of starlit senses
How they curl
like the opposite
of smoke
over the very
insides
of my
earthen throat
crackle of
autumnal breezes
whooshing through
like a beacon
And in that
split-second
right before
deep freeze
my molecules
rise and fall
in the rhythm
of snowflakes
each one a
unique entity
dusting the
solid soil
with loamy richness
and simultaneous
feather impressions
of relief
Now
like silk draped
alabaster
I am cooled
Like sweet
river water
I flow
rocked by
the slow
churn of
growing freedom
that alights my pores
arises in tender
stillness
through the
looming forests
of my skin
penetrates the
unseen journey of
my night
as demulcent
and persistent
as the balmy petals
of a
raging,
fiery
bloom
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
Floating in clouds,
embracing the demulcent touch,
downy kisses to my flesh.
My tresses wispy and wild,
from the moist air that rushes through me,
encircling me.
I am blanketed in serenity.
She flutters close,
my heart beats match her rhythm.
My lips can feel the pattering vibrations of her wings,
brushing, stroking, calming....
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
I am the same as
My empty sandbox
I have nothing new to say
You're still same when as when you saved me
I'll come to you contritely
I have so much on my mind
and it feels like I'm trying
to access it all at once and it's tiring.
I'm weary but restless
I notice every bit of discomfort that can usually just ignore
It's like I think I'm supposed to be cold but I'm sticky and sweaty
I never was able to talk to you without some sort of agenda, always wanting another song or testimony.
Medicate me
Close my tired eyes
Help me see you
Just let me realize.
The same irritating set of melodies is stuck in my head
Melodies that I used to like
Turns out too much disease makes you hate the treatment
Now I'm starting to feel tired
But I still cannot repose
Or maybe I can
I think I'll try now
Goodbye
No
I can't seem to find repose
And I wish that I knew why
Is it the song stuck in my head
The describes you and I?
is it the way my pillow hurts my ears
the pressing silence of what is soon to be a year
It's been nine months
Since that first night
When you stole my sleep
With your beautiful eyes
They tear through this world
That dampens my mind
All the words I've held inside
I've been deprived
by your demulcent smile
That hurts my empty heart
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC