"pliability" poems
Pushed and pulled
like waves
you take my hand
and draw
streams and flows
emotions
through my fingertips
Two,
bodies together
playing with intensity
the pliability
of feeling
through muscle
vein
skin to skin
Hold and make with me
a world
of who we are
what we do,
the lust of movement is
something
to see
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
When your grey is marooned
Life seems like a goon
Pliability is cached somewhere
Boldness becomes a tough affair
Brooding over roughs
Becomes the way of life
Seething over pain
Is all you think is fine
Strong mind becomes
So fragile and meek
Constant approval always
Is then what you seek
Yes, yes, you are
B
R
O
K
E
N from within
But do you realize
Only a broke knows
Value of everything
So unleash the pain
In one go and just holler
Remember, every holler
Makes you stronger
Once your anguish
Is washed out in tears
Your vision to foresee
Future becomes clear
Say cheers to life!
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
im twisting through this harshness in all my bare-brained glory. ill come to terms with this before i burn this bridge and that i’ll live by; i’m throbbing on this curb,
i know i’m dying on this hill;
i am blessed in my heart and my soul and your
ridges in all their perfection. i’ve become obsessed with your pliability, can you twist your hips like that for me again? i want to attract the doves, your god can’t wait to absorb all my sorrow, and
my eyes give me away.
i swear i have
knives on my
waist and they’ll
cut if you
touch,
the solidity scares you,
why don’t you intimidate me?
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
Once I encountered a white cat in a dream
I was back in high school--a shy, unconfident girl.
I was sitting at a desk against the wall.
That enchanting creature just appeared from nowhere.
It appeared on my lap, incredibly beautiful and alluring.
In a sluggish manner she stretched out her purely white body.
I was mesmerized by her.
I began to stroke her back the length of her body.
The arch of her back continued through her slender tail.
I could feel her elegant curve under my touch---
An inner pliability wrapped in a boneless softness.
She slowly turned around and looked back at me,
Her soul-to-soul gaze stunned me into a state of awareness,
I must have known her for all time, I thought.
That day, when we were in that hotel room,
I was opening my body to you,
and I stretched out my body to the greatest extent.
I crossed my hands under my head,
I lay on my back and looked at you
Your eyes and hands touring my body
I felt a boundless freedom between us
I never felt so shameless
I only wanted to open myself wider to you,
I only wanted to merge into one with you.
I held your head tightly with my arms.
That was the moment when I felt we were almost one---
To rub my burning face against yours,
To exhale my heavy breath near to your ear,
To deeply breathe in your masculine smell,
To dance with you to the most instinctual rhythm...
And suddenly I knew the white cat I encountered in my dream
The white cat
Was my own soul,
And it was you
Who set her free….
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC