Insatiable

Charles Edward York

 

Kiss me alive until morning comes
So breathing blows away your absence
Fill my soul with  aroma of fresh green melons
Capture my concentration completely
Lead me through your spring valley
Liberate me with lavishing rays
And melt away my winter snow
With you, my root arises and awakens
My mouth collects your sumptuous fruits
Generously in your embrace and kisses

Write your invisible "I love you's"
Across the landscape of my heart
Revive my pulse with repeated fire
Send away forever my unspoken sadness
Days and nights when I never knew you
So I disappear in your sun colored satin
Quench my insatiable thirsty land
In the infusion of your diurnal regard
And in your nocturnal passion
Redefine me in your embrace and kisses!

Copyright © 2017 Charles Edward York
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  • L. B. Mek

    me favouriting you poem
    has nothing to do
    with the Cindy Crawford, lookalike
    picture....
    absolutely nothing, I tell ya!
    lol
    in all seriousness
    I loved the way your poem, forced us
    to dive deep, within your lines
    no respite in flow and pacing
    no overstretched metaphors
    I get the feel, you inked most of this write
    in one seating,
    felt like it just flowed
    out of your poetic creativity, in one seamless - go
    or at least, that's how it reads to me..
    a great write!
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet

    • Charles Edward York

      I suppose if it seems as if this poem like so many of mine was written in a stream of consciousness is because that’s true. After so many years of writing I have become a custom to letting the verse flow as if it was a river of metaphors and similes and alliteration. To put it another way it’s as if I get into a zone and then it just happens. I am grateful that anyone reads my poetry now. And thank you for the witty comments!



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