A Moment of Lucidity

About a lucid moment, between waking and sleeping.

It's your tip-toeing across the wooden floor

that alerts me to the extremities of darkness---

 

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                              pfap

 

    

     Wrrrrrrrr....

 

 

It's really the buzzing that woke me,

the silence so thick you could feel it

 

p   r   e   s   s   i   n   g

 

against your chest. Too thick.

Too possessive to provide the odd comfort

of another body lying against your own.

               The passion, of course, was there despite

               the frightening atmosphere of decadence.

               It seemed to kiss me, really----

               a love too sacred to bring a smile,

                               almost oppressive in its very divinity.

 

Tenderly

 

          it seemed to pull my soul out of my chest.

A tearing feeling, the moment the universe was opened,

the strings pulled to their tauntest,

sacredness itself made so thick it chokes the throat,

                   brings down the wall so carefully built,

                   and shoves lust into your unwilling heart!

                            LUST for the most chaotic of worlds,

                            LUST for depth of being,

                            LUST for living itself

        pulled from the darkest tombs

        of the mind so carefully gaurded.

 

              I surrendered.

 

And She, why She---

She claimed it as Her own!

 For it was feminine, just as we all once were:

trapped in the abyss of the womb,

on the brink of death and rebirth.

 

She showed me my very essence,

and spoke in words that I could not hear.

 

         Then the Darkness retreated,

                  and I was left to sleep once more.

 

Reviews

[twisteD]

That is really good. i love the rythm of the words, how you wrote it. its awesome

[Kayte Electric]

This poem BEGS to be read aloud. Amazing work.