"nha" poems
Nha Trang, Vietnam, 1972
Darkened portal. Room of shadows. A haze of ***
Hard vision of *** and combat. Mixed up. Dream.
Young girl smiles outside a Nha Trang bordello.
Smile of innocence in a land of evil. Unreal.
Whose need rejects this process? Transaction of lust.
She removes her ao dai like lifting fog. Naked.
Mortars fall as we writhe. Danger is my business.
Harder and faster like a rocket barrage. Deep.
Kick of a 12 gauge pump. Flesh explosions.
****** ***** out your breath. So does this.
War and ******* Extinction and lust. The same.
****** a moment from the blood and tears.
All is burning. Cling to any possible refuge.
Bound together in this instant of life;
Completing ourselves in this world of death.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
My attraction lies with a good heart and my greatest enrapturement is when our hearts beat in sync.
The electric feeling between us, the almost touch that one day will change into a series of endless touches.
People have all sorts of cravings, mine happens to be you.
I'm not referring to a consummation but rather the desire that consumes me and you.
No need for labels, I'm certain that both our minds and bodies are in consensus of what's going on here.
For there is no magnet out there that can challenge the level of attraction between us.
I want to be appreciated by you, gazed at by you, held by you and simply, loved by you.
But here's the problem - All these raw emotions once printed on paper are left to catch dust. Left Unspoken. For I have never been the type to speak what I feel. And I fear profoundly that one day I might drive away the one I love because of the words I left unsaid.
~nha
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC