Written by its_taboo
5 Mar 2011
So near and so close
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So near and so close
Snap poetry poured out as I scribbled away on black slate
Then contrary seeds sprouted to holt action
Unfulfilled hopes have led to uncertainty and apprehension
Even though my heart begs the virtue of patience; of reasonable compromise
Containing those negitive thoughts, I shepherd them away, because of the original intent to write about love!
Re-write! Re-write, and so begins the poets journey
As ink flowed, I am reminded of her soul breath caressing soft on face, and it's a mystery as to why that fragrant breath embeds so deep into my soul
Relax, and let mind pictures build and unbidden ... the fantasy begins
Swollen thoughts begin to flower, and they are scent enriched, evoking the promice of lusting madness
Why is lust so feminine a word? Why do i half hear in mind echo; only to have that erratic thought swept away by the memory tangle of her bed hair
Yes, hair styled by lover's abandon, and often shielding a face that alters with passion, ....or time, ....or love, because the girl that I envisage above has learnt to become ... a woman
I'm excited; it's not everyday that a man can experience an awaking
For a woman to give of herself is everything a man could ever need
And that face that I see above, and only lip spans away,... well why alter so?
This woman approachs mid-life and yet why do I often see a much younger face ...when she is near and so close