"glabrous" poems
There is a rush to throwing yourself into a wave.
A certain giddiness or
a daring hope,
that this time
you will make it to the other side.
Head high and anxiety low,
Able to reassure yourself that
Yes, you can do it.
It is such a rush
that when the ocean breaks on your head,
you know that underwater is temporary,
And bearable.
So here you go.
Set your eyes on that wave,
tell yourself,
this time I will do it.
I will never know
If I don’t try after all.
So what if I have been here,
been trying, for years?
The water laps at my neck, as I cough.
I have been at sea for so long,
my muscles ache, heart most of all.
I keep trying, though
My lips are blue,
glabrous flesh has wrinkled,
And I can hardly see
for all the salt in my eyes.
Brine?
Tears?
I can’t tell.
Though I crave to rest,
The sea does not care.
Each attempt leeching heat,
and locks growing green as kelp.
I fear that should I rest now,
I would never see shore again.
But rather,
find my new bed is one of the sea,
Where I could sleep,
undisturbed by the crashes above,
and never drown.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
Once the night fell
my lover arrived
i felt the velvety smooth
caress on my bare shoulders...
soft lips leaving trails
of fire in its wake
from my neck downwards
glabrous hands wandering...
We move together in a
rhythmical dance in the
cadence of our infatuation...
in our ****** we became
unbroken and for once
in my life i felt
imperf orate...
We became filled with the
essence of each other
and we were at our peak
in the moonlight...
in the embrace of the stars
we fell into a deep slumber
and when the sun came up, it was...
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
...
Yourn purty flirt
enveloped mine cerebral's
chapter
yourn expose instigated
mine weak
mine dither
affecting this spew
From your bottom limb's attach
unto your haunch's camber's
entice
mine eyne found entertain as
morning's Spring wind winched
thine
glabrous humid tumid's
raiment
Ahhhh
vernal ardor
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
The system robbed my father
Of his soul
And silenced my mother
Of her will
They are two young leaves
Glabrous and magnificent
Spinning atop a torrent.
Unaware of their power,
And stubborn in their fear,
They placed a finger on my lips
And never took it off.
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC