|It Pains Me
By kayakndan on 06/26/2014
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I miss you terribly
when the other world,
that moribund globe
of burgeoning ant hills
vacuous, trite, rarely
a heartfelt blur of colorful hourglasses,
a faux wonderland bearing
a numbing stinger in its sewer.
A noisy place-
not our four-poster satin island of simple sighs
exhaled into my hairy chest and your silky thighs,
where I can stroke your cheek in awed silence,
but a noisy vulgar din
of endless opinion
and subdued singularity
where my eyes' plea for your lips to be
lockstep, latched to mine, devoted.
Moving in earnest
appeal for the far more wetter achievements
a kiss can but only
unleash not supplant.
Nose to nose,
flitting combatants parrying between teeth
plying for a soulful satiation
a deeper supremacy over reservations,
silently, through our salivating efforts.
Kisses leading to supine love acts,
rhythmic contortions bearing nuanced gifts
screams of impassioned madness
our psychosis tempered through ecstatic diligence
at prostrate angles-
our angels cannot stave off our demons-
sweaty, clawed fervently
amid never-ending yearns for more of us again.
In that noisy world
Beyond my embrace,
beyond the bonding smile of my beholding eyes
others speak into that heated
ear into which I
whisper emotion with muggy sincerity
You are clothed there, loyally put together,
noble imagery, their smoke and mirrors' fantasy.
You move for them per the whim of modern marionettes,
not mine. Don't go to them!
Call my jealousy a fool's errand
I wish only you naked here with me.
Isn't it a pity that no islets exist with all the trappings
loving pairs need to stay in bed forever poor?
A perennial oasis amid the maelstroms of others' needs
secluded, idyllic, temperate in all aspects,
with waves and air carrying healing brine
to cure our passion?
When my utter lack of control
Confounds, defies, mocks
my wish to control it all
so I have just that one ad infinitum moment
when I withdraw in awe
pull you to me, touch you off further
laud you, love you, lull you
to close your eyes until sunrise
the soft gaze acknowledging you
feel that sameness
the ever-after need for ever-more,
...it pains me.
? By kayakndan On 6/26/2014 1:18:13 AM