In a While

You think you can touch my soul with your kiss;
I am impervious to you and the velvet breath
of slipping, sipping kisses do not make me
break into a fervour, I just shiver in your arms
and make inane conversation that you silence.
My eyelids feel too heavy, I weave a cornucopia
of images, each swirling myriad of them,
your lips taint mine and I am not faint with longing,
I would shrug a hold and scold you with my body,
each heat slick moment of it all, your length
and my willows, snapped back as far as they go,
I would show you passion but I am lethargic,
I have the supple sinews of a young pine and
your oaken depths, they have matured in barrels.
I laid you down and promised to resurrect you,
in perhaps a short while from now.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-08-11 at 13:25

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I've been pondering this since you posted it, Elle. I don't know what to say, other than it has stuck with me. Maybe it's because I can relate to certain aspects of it, being on the receiving end. Honesty is always powerful, this is powerful.
2013-08-18



This is really very good work.
I like the imagery and the resurrection promise.
2013-08-15


Nathalia
Love the rhytm of the poem. Applause!
2013-08-13


Rob Graber
Enjoyed this--especially the internal rhymes and "cornucopia of images" image (!)
2013-08-12


countryfog
There is something both intriguing and frightening about such a woman . . . I knew such a one many years ago who compelled of me things I never knew I was capable of, indeed should never have done, but in youth one pursues ecstasy to its extremes, even, or especially, when it is one-sided.
2013-08-11