i sit and stare out across my lap
the dips and valleys, where your head once rested softly
skin like pillowed silk against a stubbled cheek.
maybe so, the mountains of love
that brought you cresting unto me
have now begun their descent into these valleys,
skin of silken sadness like an unbroken surface
trembling at the cold of winter snows, frostbite
between our lips, chilly disappointment.
and in the valley yet lies your warmth;
i captured you in kisses and mumbled goodbyes,
sleepy eyes that cried hello,
i love you my dear & never leave.
i curl my body into folds,
conserving warmth as i grow smaller
ever unready to be alone again.
and though i ration this warmth,
take pieces of our love to feed the flame of forgotten desire
we slowly crumble into the scree
at the bottom of this mountain we built,
towering high above our hopes and dreams
aimless as the life beneath gathered like dust.
Hollow shoes in hallowed halls
This sunswept maze where shadows fall
upon the stones which lie beneath my feet
Through the doorway thresh is held
By bated breath
and faith dispelled
my faculties restrained i do entreat
For many a moon has passed since last ive cast mine eye upon that has such beauty uncompared to any other
A thousand dream
With hastened heart
Although it seems
i seek not her a Love
but yet a Lover
They began to whisper...
Which shall speak that her gaze may fall upon Us?
And to what voice heard will her hand reach forth?
Be it by pillowed tone her heart be swooned?
Nay, But with intellect and eloquence shall she be found appeased
And what of charm found south with a hint of gentleman drawl?
Or does she desire a tumble and rough to take hold and charge her?
Perhaps raw and silent with mystery air, allowing her curiosity to draw her near Hahaha!
Ahh humor, Yes a quick travel in, entertain her that she may be...Tickled
Cease this banter
Break i will not
follow in Your footsteps any longer!
Now bold am i
Through time and times
With patience prayer
and then i find
That that which destroys not
just makes me stronger
So with humble speech and subtle grin
Repore is built
"Opportunity may i have to call upon you?"
Refuse me not
My dear i pray thee
Forgive and let be
known they're spoken only unto few
And within the shadow They murmured
Each by Their turn...
Bound by silken thread and silent tongue?
Nay, By soft and sweetened lips shall We speak unto her flesh
Be not word nor sound that echoes in those ears but merely whispers to her soul
Mmm, inch by inch shall she be ravished, Savoring every delicate morsel, And feasting upon her succulence shall We find solace
Oh! That We be granted leave to bestow upon her such pleasures
Pleasures yes! And through pain she will know them!
Release Us That We may consume!
Deny Us not for We hunger!
NAY! the scream
though not aloud
within a shroud of
mystery to why the unacception
So unto the lock
the bars do hold
These "demons" kept
since times of old
speech silent to avoid any detection.
The name itself is but euphony.
The woman is
With ringlets wild,
Faith of child,
Her blushēd cheeks
There is music in her laughter.
A new note struck
With every opening of her
In times of sorrow,
Speak her name.
Find healing in loving
- p. winter
a poem for a friend :)
Fold you up like unwanted fat
cook you into a rocky stew
placed beneath a mantle of ice
far enough away to be misconstrued
You are old laminated time
And pillowed rock of incomprehensible
Earlier than any lime
Or sand, or sediment, or any kind
You are the grandfather rock
When I step with my inconsequential feet
living but transiently
I cannot help but be erased
that even you hath but one resting place
All the plants
and ever since the very first
we have always been ******
to this earth
walking upon your bones
I am sorry we cannot do more
but you know your creator
Speak in the same language
of which we have forgot
and for that I can say
we are envious; are we naught?
Build softly, and carry us upon your thick
crust like pizza dough, cooking
and you let it sit
Let us win, set us up
drift us apart, leave us crushed
I want to be restored into your
stony belt and be redeemed
I want to become my own atomic fossil
to connect with the universe through long-lost
and once again
hear the story
as a young lad
the way it was meant to be told
I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again
my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked
to be loved a boy
and a girl
and the whole world
a soul touched back into the deep
by a ***** or a queen
take me back soon
rather than let me turn into
smacked into new rock to form
Carbonate or Silicate,
and the end its the same
It won't be the end
for that fate rearranged
Whatever happened to the common man who sits in the shadows and listens to the pillowed breeze of merchant ships sailing on ancient seas?
and the ground is soft as it should be here,
eleven minutes past midnight on new years eve.
you've seen me for who I should be,
in all my sweaty palms, broken stars, and pillowed moons.
and I see you for who I could be,
a kind hearted, celestial, tall glass of admiration.
ending and entering more years that could be
more ours if you'll so thoughtfully see through.
and if you'll still smell your tropical breeze best
singing in the Honda with me as we will be
in the next years I can drive you to the airport
as you kiss me down where we should be,
humming old jazz tunes like we could be,
and I'm telling you that we will be
on the hard grounds again
in Jacksonville, Florida.
— The End —