Taking a break from my story to post some old poetry I wrote which has never seen anyone else but me before. I wanted to bottle the feeling I’ve had which I couldn’t reflect anywhere else. Enjoy.
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When you embrace me in sleep,
My body betrays all its secrets.
You dowse the gold in my blood;
A tidal wave of heavy sparks.
I am immune
To your lidded eyes and liquid silence.
It is not your words that have me transfixed;
But the way you breathe in the earliest moments of sleep.
Your touch, however,
Burns white gold
I see your fingerprints from inside myself
A gentle branding; a silent, magnetic spiral.
There’s a fog in my lungs,
and a haste on my breath.
The aching capacity of things to be
Forgotten before it can come into existence
Like a shot of cosmic whiskey
A warm wet darkness at a low timbre
I see the storm behind your eyes
Like the litany of a forgotten language
Whatever you are made of
electrifies my nerve endings and singes my very bones.
You carve my mind out with a spoon
And eat it with your fingers.
You leave a glare in my vision
As if I’ve been staring at the sun
You burn a hole in every room
Like feckless stars escaping moonlight.
The dawn finds minutes within minutes,
Of a mystical hour and a purple light.
In this hour, we exchange breaths;
Bedfellows bellowing a fire not yet seen.
The weight of your gaze,
Like an anchor it disturbs the balance
I am not afraid of falling
If there is nowhere to land
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/paudn4/poetry_romanticdesire