With eyes that drink
Like alcohol,
You look at me with
An intoxicating glare
And I come under your influence
With just a glance
The purest of pain
Descends now
As I wake from the night of
Indulgence;
Too much.
The weight upon me now
Crashes me into you, once again.
Faultering steps
I take to your tomb
For I know what lies beneath fresh wounds;
The throbbing of my heart
And the pulsing of my feet
Keep me pushing, robotically,
To wonder and prod my way
Back to you.
Peeling away
At dead skin on the surface,
I find only demise
Below and within;
But before I pry
Too deep, still shallow,
I am rescued, restored
By the hands of Grace;
Never to look back again.















Devious Comments
Comments
Powerful, rousing, and supremely formed.
There is absolutely no reason to give an Advanced Critique in order to "better help him or her improve", as this piece is, in all its essence, Perfect.
I admire your talent so much, I couldnt even expound on it without sounding envious.
A fave goes without saying.
You amaze me.
Very luscious imagery and the picture that goes with it only enhances the sense of eroticism, whether you intended it or not
I particularly like the first stanze, comparing lust/love with the rush of alcohol.
You're too kind, you know.
You also know I miss you, right? Get your ass online soon.
And yes, the eroticism was intended.
Thanks again.
Yes, and the feeling is more than mutual.
Jeez, I wish! I've been working like a dog lately. That and, my MSN Messenger hates me. I havent been able to sign in for almost a month now. Been confined to Yahoo's piece of garbage.
Your ususal good flow, with a very world weary and hevy feel until the very end.
Well done.
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the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart and my head...
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