How shall I court you,
who's love I lost.
I stopped loving you so that I could have you as you need to be had,
as I need to have you.
How will I bring the length of me inside you again.
It lies on my belly,
rather than inside yours.
How to part your lips and your lips askance.
How to hold your hair in my hand and plumb the deep of you.
How to measure the beat of time again in your breathing
and in battering against the hull of your flesh.
How to see the beautiful arch of you yielding and fixed to me.
With words alone
and my prowling appetite.
That is my warm blood in the evening air.
That is a tendril of my desire in the night that wakes you.
How will I come to you once words are gone?
Deliberately and with sole purpose.
To know the beauty and meat of you and your desires.
To see everything unfold and unclench
And be spent at last
in a truer consummation
than we have known.
-
Author:
Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2017 04:29
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 103
Offline)
Comments2
Adeptly crafted this yearning to show and be shown intimacy again grabs the floor in engaging attention from the first line. A finely written sensuous verse.
Thank you Fay. I appreciate your comments. I wrote it fairly quickly but spent days understanding what I wanted to say. That's how it often goes for me.
Very clever write.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.