Adrift on the bright breeze,
then suddenly
struck: stuck on you.
Blowing into the high window
of your hot, dark,
incense scented,
delicious attic room;
filled with pages of words,
your body heat
& smell so sweet,
familiar
although
I don’t know you
yet your dark eyes meet mine;
sultry, alluring &
mesmerising.
You don’t ask where I have come from.
It is not far
I think
& blink.
You read my thoughts
through a mist even I cannot
usually penetrate
most of the time.
Stopping me in my tracks,
lift the weight from my back;
add it to yours,
so underneath
black sheets
we lie replete,
resplendent so it seems.
I know another breeze
will come.
Will I stay stuck
or move
to new
time & space, far away from you?
Will your lips send me on my way?
Their imprint will remain
whatever way I take
next time;
your echoes in my mind
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'You don’t ask where I have come from.
It is not far
I think
& blink.
You read my thoughts
through a mist even I cannot
usually penetrate
most of the time.
Stopping me in my tracks,
lift the weight from my back;'..
(and imbued in your Poetry, is Love
worded Transparent
syllable sailing, on that exquisite Breeze
of Anchored trust...)
thank you! for choosing to share, dear Poet
"the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" & all that. It is about love, although I prefer to keep it hidden in the abstract rather than say the deadly & delicious word I suppose.
I think he knows;
he's read my prose
❤
I'd say it's getting boring how you consistently continue to create these masterpieces but I'd be lying!
Oh haha! I got a bit worried when I first started reading that. I thought, have I FINALLY written one love poem too many? Haha thank you my friend, I hope I shall never bore you x
Haha. You're welcome
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