Tangled
"Baby, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonely... well, I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes... - "3 a.m.," Matchbox 20
I want it all:
Your blood of hot chili peppers
Surging under sunburnt skin,
You sliding into me with the undulating roll
Made by the grinding hips of a thundering samba rhythm;
Your wild waterfall of jet curls
Washing over my white sand beach of skin,
Flowing ever downward, laving me
In a rain of soft, dark sensation
And backwashing warm, salty waves
Of seawater through my fingers.
Your mouth of live coals
Burning off the cold front blowing in
From the polar ice of my blue lips,
Igniting bushfires in the savannas of my body,
Kindling my driftwood eyes
To leaping points of red flame
And singeing the scrolled parchment of my soul;
Your scent of pine forests and musk,
The cedarwood incense of your man-smell
Curling up like smoke in the named temple of my bones,
Anointing the epicenter of these arms and legs
Where we commune in the most sacred of rites;
Your long craftsman's hands
Fashioning me in a filigree of
Gold tracery on a platinum core
And polishing away the years as if they had
Never passed through his body, this space,
As if they never were;
The long, muscled pillars of your legs,
Strong and ageless redwoods, sliding, supple,
Over and between mine and through the sweat beneath us
Until, torso to torso, we skydance
Into the pantheon of lovers-turned-deities
Where we will set fire to galaxies
With the blue-flame points of our fingertips
And melt comets in our palms;
The feline glow of your eyes
Watching mine in the dark, pulling away the sheets
By some arcane telekinesis and telexing
Your volcanic thoughts of me.
Yes, I want it all.
And once we've traveled
Past the climaxes of our bodies,
I want-most of all-
The pure, cool spring of your serenity
To slow my heartbeat's sprinting pace
And restore to me
All the dreams that withered
In your absence.
Dawn comes and I want to hold you till
I have it all, have what we came for.
Let the alarm clock ring until it is hoarse
Or smash into gazillion shattered shards
Of dead time frozen in colored plastic.
Let the world hang
And let me have it all.
3 comments:
Lee! thanks for featuring my photographs. You write so good..keep it up!
tenkyooo judy pot pot! halabshoo ! :D
Very powerful and very moving poem. Thanks for sharing with the world.
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