I used to write poetry. When I was in 18 it was all I desired to write. I had volumes and volumes of poetry written. Hurricane Katrina took them away and I have not written any poetry since. The other day the bug to write this hit me. It flowed out out of me naturally and at the very least it is a raw and as true to myself as I can be as a writer. Feel free to tear it apart.
Sugar
I stand lost
yet
found in the thought,
Your breath on my breath
Your thigh on my thigh
We meet descending
you
showing me where .
Me
realizing that beauty does exist
My desire
to caress,
to care for,
to breath, to live
All rest in your beating heart
years,
a kept secret.
life needed to be lived.
Timing, Timing Will it ever be right
Awhile
My arms wrapped around
falsehood , one
after abother
I was alone
Betraying myself
Betraying you
Thinking of you.
I can't
I won't
live this way
trapped in an ever evolving dream
I adore you
no matter who you are
I want you
like breath
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