A Thousand Oceans
I waken to the grey smear of day
How weary the wait
Chilly chatter mornings
Rolling like debt
Into never ending anywhere shrill
To fill the longest heat of day
Until
Like a gypsy’s promise
A kiss
Soft upon wetted breeze
The night
The night is familiar
Like pages
Opening within a cloak of comfort
Wherein lovers meet
Eager
Wet warm mouths
Darting tongues drinking deeply
Red red wine
Red red wine
Eyes widening
Brightening white fire
Lightening
Striking out the guilt
It hides beside
Curling red misty tingle
Electrifying
Frenzied afire
She is flying
Crying out
Her long white hands
Stretch to fill another night
Swimming over touch journey stars
Spinning moments of madness
The madness of longing
Wronging
Breathing
Wreathing kisses
Fall all about her neck
Hang like perfumed garlands
Glistening
Listening to their two hearts beating
Moons light caught dancing to the fluttering
Of her eye
As sigh over sigh
ring
Like tiny tinkling bells
Delicate shells
Tremble
Shaking
Her heat scolding
Folding
Moulding
Wave upon wave
Wave upon wave
Ebbing indigo into depths of night
Entwined
They lay
Dreaming into sleep
Hidden beneath frosted winter trees
Mars and moon
All
Stars and stars again
Lust for love
Seems fair exchange
Weaving a passion
Lovers
Deceiving
Scheming into the everywhere of nowhere
Nowhere and forever
Lie upon lie
Thieves
No more no less
Heaven blessed
In love forever with never
Privateers
Sailing upon a thousand oceans
Carried all winds
Into the deep
Into the deep
Stealing one from the other
Lovers
At their leisure
Plundering pleasure like thieves in the night
Gus Jonsson
Fri 16th Apr 2010 15:10
Hello Again to you too
Yes this poem is very raw but takes a look at the dishonesty of pleasure taken... or does it??
Gusxx