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Open Poetry #41

Untitled Piece No. 10

Bronzeage
Member

since 2007-07-20

Posts 197

0 posted 2007-12-23 01:16 AM

This is a rough piece, which will probably be reworked quite a bit before I am through.

Shall I speak the truth and be heard, listened
and understood with disbelieving ears,
for I speak the truth, as indisputable
as sunsets and true north, and if another’s
sun sinks to a different horizon
and world turns on a separate pivot,
sensible only to them, I will state
my truth and not standing their weak dispute,
for if what I say is not truth then I am not myself
and deny my own face in the mirror
as the mad know not themselves,
but being sane I will say it with the conviction
and leave no room for doubt in my heart,
you are beautiful as beauty was created for you,
as you were formed and crafted to be the mold of beauty,
to be the key which fits every lock, opening doors as you pass,
and all who look upon you are held, unable to turn,
knowing not and caring not
why they no longer control the object of their attention,
feeling only the hunger no food can feed and the thirst no drink can wet,
and I am the humming bird drawn to the crimson blossom,
but not for the beauty of scarlet petals
which only signify the sustenance in the sweet liqueur
born deep in the bloom, but because I must,
just as the flower twists on its stem
drawn to follow the Sun’s arc overhead,
I extend my tongue, hoping to taste the air in your trail,
the never bottled perfume, brewed from the alchemy of your skin,
the transmutation of flesh into love, the reduction of my will,
for to say I will this is to say I will to breath,
and I cannot will to not breath
as the will submits to the need,
as a suicide leaps smiling into the river
to spend his last breath clawing back to the surface,
it is all beyond my will, it is my must,
my lust to be the wave which washes you off the beach
into the surf and embrace you as the ocean holds the shore,
to be the earth and open a chasm under your feet,
dropping deep inside, closing over, sealing us as one body,

Type II poet. Its worth the work.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2007-12-23 04:07 AM

Wow! You really are swept into this fantastic twirl of beauty and passion and the reader feels drawn in too by your truly captivating words.
Exceptional write.

Love,
Margherita

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