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Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

0 posted 2011-10-01 04:11 PM

In The Sheer

This distance.

This,

outskirts and extent
between us,
this
breadth between breaths
and births between
deaths
of spread and briny pond
they envelop and
engulf,
my grasp for you,
my buck and sway
internal,
my lunge and
discharge
of intrinsic swelter
sunk
deep
beneath the maw
unfathomable,
of onliest
and overcome.

What if I took
all the poems
I never finished
writing you
and fashioned them
into a raft
so I could sail
to the bathed bank
of your beach
leaving a silky
slick
of watery words
and drowned
dreams
in my wake,
would you stand out
in the surging
surf
with your hair
a flow
as a beacon
of proposal,
to help me
dock
into your
harbor?

And even if
somehow
I don’t make it
there,
many of my
untold thoughts
that knew how
to drift
surely would,
as they wash up
along the limbs
of your shorelines,
like fingered caresses
inside a massage
in a bottle,
the rest skinny
dipping,
along a temporary byway
of confession
and memoir
sinking to a universe
of starfish,
riding on seahorses
to the pink coral
of the deep,
a whole forest
of affection
once the skin
of a grove
now swaying
in sync
a liquid library
kelp beneath,
the writing
read tagged in
graffiti
on the walls,
of waves.

I used to drown
my sorrows
until I realized
sorrows,
know how to
swim.

Now, like I
you must simply
surrender,
unto me
the trembling
upon your lips
as I polish your gem
with my friction
and blow on your
sapphire
until it shudders,
and weeps.

All you need is a,
why
in this world
and you can overcome any,
how.

My how,
is your love.

And you,
are my
why.

There’s a puzzle
in your eyes
that I need
to solve
to know where
I stand
on the uncharted
ocean,
of salt tear
secrets.

A watercolor
of flecks
and island truths
floating
suspended
in a gel of
mirrors
reflecting
a history
before sight
was invented.

The dark and light
will always be
woven
with revolution,
as eyelids
shutter
sketches of
regret
and lashes
lustrous
kiss the butterflies,
of the night.

As the night
sucks the marrow
from the bones
of my bridge
to you,
penetrating
stillness
in the sheer,
of heartgasm.

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

1 posted 2011-10-01 05:00 PM

I used to drown
my sorrows
until I realized
sorrows,
know how to
swim.

Man, oh man... do they ever! Michael Phelps has nothing on them!

This haunts the heart... well done! *S*

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

2 posted 2011-10-01 05:03 PM

Haha, I guess he... gulp... doesn't lol

Thanks for the visit southern gal and for the smile you always bring me as well.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

3 posted 2011-10-01 06:17 PM

Reading you means to risk a vertigo! Fantastic ride upon the waves of your creativity!

Love,
Margherita

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

4 posted 2011-10-01 06:24 PM

Thanks so much Margy, be careful now, don't slip...

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

5 posted 2011-10-02 07:01 PM

My how,
is your love.

And you,
are my
why.

There’s a puzzle
in your eyes
that I need
to solve
to know where
I stand
on the uncharted
ocean,
of salt tear
secrets.

A watercolor
of flecks
and island truths
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You know Richy, I have stood there trying to figure that puzzle, I've tasted the salt in my tears, and still the secrets elude me. It's the watercolors that sustain me and the bits and pieces of truth that keep me afloat. I suppose it is the mosaic of our lives that we gather along that way, where we truly see the beauty within.

You write so beautifully and grab hold of my heart every time I read you. xo

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

6 posted 2011-10-02 07:50 PM

Lori, you are a watercolor,
of drink and rain, and nectar
and swells,
colored in complexion
with blush and glow,
adorning the cream colored
canvas of your cast,
the pigment of your pout
and the gloss
of your smile,
never to be finished,
only to be savored,
never to be seen,
only to be felt
by seabreeze on Sundays
and silence of eves.

Thanks for always filling my palette with
such beautiful colors, to write about…

.. pinks and crimsons, and the softest
shades of blue…

((((((You)))))

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