Together; Apart

Together; Apart

I endure long days….insufferable
routines…bleeding me… blind.
And each tic of the old clock’s hand,
taunts….and reminds me of
time’s….irreversible passing.
~
I must then endure the heart’s control
of the highs…lows…of my senses…
when….where… my hand goes…touches,
where my foot… falls…moves in dance.
And in the mirror of eyes…
these lonesome urges… gathers
momentum…battering sanity,
with untamed thoughts;
in prostration…I become a beggar
yearning for night’s beloved company.
~
Twilight;
the swaggering zephyr whispers
into my anxiously enthused ear;
each stroke of the levitating breeze…
a reminiscing scratch and sniff…
climbing the beat of my pulse.
~
As night draws it’s curtain,
I lay bathed within its obsidian shawl,
awaiting dreamland’s hocus pocus…
the realm where he invades…
where coming is past…present…future,
here at the juncture of famished desire,
and flesh’s insatiable greed.
~
R.E.M’s siren begins to stroke
seen….unseen…triggers.
I am once again….caught up… poised
beneath the cadence of his passion…
suspended by singed kisses…
doused with the thrills of this sex eddy…
breathless…as if bareback riding…
through the quivers of a March wind…
reclaiming the surge of his fevered vein
that keeps me dissolving in tireless satisfaction.
~
Morning comes too soon…
I am still drunk inside
night’s paradigm of arousal…
it’s unleashing of the coveted treasure.
And like liquid sex on the tongue,
tended…unintended…
night has become my wanton obsession.
~
I’m neither reckoned nor wrecked,
liberated or ashamed by this inherited dream;
together….apart…
I’m but the cradle to his ache…fuel to his fire,
the Sumerian haze that captures his eyes;
his paradise…craved…in sheer lingerie.
~

2 responses

  1. thx sweetie… your gentle touch is still thrilling [?]

    wordpress still refuses to let me comment… the password it has for me, now it claims is invalid [?]

    On Tue, Dec 16, 2014 at 10:35 PM, Niky’s Ink wrote: > > Nikysink posted: ” I endure long days….insufferable > routines…bleeding me… blind. And each tic of the old clock’s hand, > taunts….and reminds me of time’s….irreversible passing. ~ I must then > endur”

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