"oneanother" poems
It's been so long since I've touched you
So long since i've felt the scratch of the stubble surrounding your lips
The kind that I always complain about
But deep down i think you know how much I adore
It seems like it's been an eternity since I've felt the softness of your skin
The way it streches over your bones so delicately
My fingers repeatedly outlining the indents of your back
Fitting my hands into the deepest curves
My lips have never felt so lonely
Missing the tickle from even the slightest and most gentle brush of yours against them
Forgetting that talking is their main function
Wishing that instead their only job was to love
My legs hang loosely and awkwardly without having yours to intertwine with
And arms rest on each side of my body feeling desperate for companionship
Hands locked into oneanother
So accustomed to holding
Naturally curling inward
Craving the rough callus of your palms
I did not know
That a body could feel nostalgia
But a need for touch proves otherwise.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
As I gazed into the dense inner-soul
of that broad birch tree I
so often sought,
I discovered nature's ever-changing influence:
orange, soft leaves had began to
stem from farther branches, yet turning still
to a softer yellow -
almost in attempt to compete in colour against
the richness of the sun.
I breathed in the sweet scent of autumn,
longing for the cooler nights and crisp mornings when
the workings of winter begin to
leave subtle clues.
A wispy wind streamed through the leaves
as if in a hurry to bring the message
to far away trees alike:
Autumn is here.
Strolling barefoot through the thick grass
my mind wandered past
the rainbow assortment of roses that lay
further ahead and seemed to settle, at last,
in the folds of a tall oak tree -
surrendered almost completely to
the fiery hues, it reflected
a glowing fireplace; the leaves danced and
branches crooned melodies to oneanother
amidst the heat of the flames.
And at last I yielded to it;
finding a tranquillity I needn't question
as I decided: autumn is the best season indeed.
(C) 20/4/15
Courtney L
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
wich theoretical phycisist can explain the phenomena of our intertwined souls?
perfectly interlaced and weaved together
our bonds are eternal and cannot shatter
this pathetic figuration remains fettered to yours
our lips are writhing twins, forever enslaved to oneanother
let us dream together and sleep until the divine putrefaction occurs
and we are free to roam the endless abstractions of space...
together
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
a devil and an angel are both opposites, right?
are you sure?
are you really sure?
they both have too many things
that make them alike
they both have alluring smiles
that make you want
to love somebody
to hate somebody
to befriend an acquaintance
to **** an enemy
they both have beautiful wings
that make you want
to fly away
to burn everything down
to hope for something
to be disappointed when it doesn't happen
but what if they are both one?
then they do all that
they
love
hate
befriend oneanother
**** oneanother
fly to their freedom
burn to their death
have hope
and disappoint each other
and yet
we survive
as humans, you know?
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC