The pool
Your shadow holds my bones
Diving into the warm pool of your arms
Feather touch,burns my soul
Emotions spiral me to Sargasso calm
Crystal waters wash me
With the hands of mermaids
Sirens calling me to the deep
Wrapping me in ghostly silken thread
Holding me down until I drown
Satiated, by your breath,
Hanging in the air as gasps of gossamer
Paralyse my senses and leave me only wanting more
Greedily sipping all you have to gift to me
Stopping the war, starting the peace,
Releasing the lions, that rage within me
Casting out the dark, bathing me in evening sun.
With new life begun.
03/02/2023 23:00-23:28
Stephen Gospage
Mon 6th Feb 2023 07:56
A fine, transformative poem, Pete.