spiritually
surefooted and kind
her words
curled like smoke
around my heart
her mouth
opened abysses
of sensation
that were as bottomless
as they were boundless
cravings being what they are
her mouth became more
to me
than
her words
you see her words
offered little comfort
little solace
no reassurance
that even when my heart's eyes
closed
i could still see
they were lacking that inner sense
that it would be alright
to feel her in my hands
and nowhere else
and so i came to hope
for that great space
uncluttered by expectation
and i was prepared
to pay almost any price
to feel the walls
come tumbling down
and sense the press of her mouth
against mine
which
if she’d been a book
would’ve been
like reading the last page first
and so it all
ended
even as it began
with a glance
across a room
a wish to close the space
by opening another
a leaving
as brave
and unlikely
as the arrival.
16 comments:
I read this "uncluttered with expectation" - blown away and feeling so sad having kissed the last page first with that sort of knowing...This one undid me and will stay with me for a very long time. It hits right here (moves hand over entire chest area)
Hey, Steven, I saw her first!
Very nicely done and excuse my facetiousness ;)
hey lorenzo! really!!! ha!! steven
linda sue i imagine there are many people who may connect with the essence of this piece in some way. it's a tough one to carry. thanks for your comment. steven
Lovely steven. You've captured so beautifully those fleeting moments of recognition, attunement, possibility - where the atmosphere is heavy with what might be, but where vows and duty trump longing.
Wow.
Steven that is so steamy, sexy, true. And it ends well, after all. Oh the almosts.
Those almosts really kill me! Later on, they make me smarter.
You make me smarter. Thank you.
Utterly gorgeous. I read this through three times, out loud. I'm taking it back to the manor with me to savor, gently, slowly. Sigh.
Poet, artist, scribe and sage. Steven you are amazing.
bonnie thankyou. there's so much more to the context that i chose not to share of course but it is what it is. steven
reya - this one became an actuality of sorts - a bridge between worlds. she even said she would be as much. i laughed at the time. she was entirely correct! steven
willow thankyou for your kindness of thought. steven
hello tessa - thankyou for these very generous and flattering words. i am all of them and less. steven
"cravings being what they are"... oh have we not all been there at some point in time. lovely, stirring, sexy. thanks steven.
A bridge between worlds, eh?
EXACTLY like my experience! Such a sad glad perfect almost my experience was.
ahhh lizzy all too true!!! thankyou. steven
reya - the person ... she, caught me on the bridge and saw that i was living in a world that well wasn't my world and she was like a guide of sorts and took me back into my own world. but it's very frightening there and means that i have to let go of a very lot. so i went there and stayed for six months and then retreated to a more useful place. in this world but not entirely of it. i think that there are people like you and i who hover or even dance between and through worlds. sometimes other people take us on that journey. steven
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