You see …
I’m leaving in just a day
You see….
I haven’t been in touch
With another
So closely
For a while now
I haven’t
Loved
Another
So closely
For a while now
You see….
I want to be and see and taste and touch
These things I haven’t
So closely,
So perhaps then with you
For just a while now
You see….
Like you
I am dainty and scared
And Like you I
I have loved till I was left wilted
You see….
JUST like you
I too have this fire burning
No!
RAGING
Inside
And no-one to warm it with
To heat to a simmer
To coax in from the emotional cold
That Life breathes in icy gusts at times
Whipping them around us
Our boots kicking up shards of ice from the past
to shatter in our face
Sting us in the eye
And blind us for just another moment
You see
I just wanted to feel
What its like
(to pretend)
To be in love
For just a little while
Whilst alongside you
Before I go
And the next storm sets in.
(AIJ Blake - 14 April 2009 … again, .... inspired by M. Squ.)
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
MUSK (poem - 14th April 2009)
MUSK
Your scent of
musk
It drove me
To sensual limits - the one’s I know
myself to harbour
Just there
In the crook of your neck
And to think I was about
to leave
the movie – so damn slow – behind
And make my way
To the place of sleep and dreams
Your gallantness stepped in of
my way out
And pulled me in
“Can I kiss you?” you asked
Yes
Oh yes
You could kiss me
… and then later
My lips trailing over
The valley of your skin
The dips of your neck
The aroma of your scent
I drank it in
The smoothness of your skin
Tanned
gold
Intoxicated beyond my own sensual heights -
You.
Musk.
( AIJ Blake - 14 April 2009 - for a perhaps-just-momentary lover, Mark Squ.)
Your scent of
musk
It drove me
To sensual limits - the one’s I know
myself to harbour
Just there
In the crook of your neck
And to think I was about
to leave
the movie – so damn slow – behind
And make my way
To the place of sleep and dreams
Your gallantness stepped in of
my way out
And pulled me in
“Can I kiss you?” you asked
Yes
Oh yes
You could kiss me
… and then later
My lips trailing over
The valley of your skin
The dips of your neck
The aroma of your scent
I drank it in
The smoothness of your skin
Tanned
gold
Intoxicated beyond my own sensual heights -
You.
Musk.
( AIJ Blake - 14 April 2009 - for a perhaps-just-momentary lover, Mark Squ.)
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