Shadows of Surreal Glory

This is about a trip I took to Arkansas with a guy who was supposed to "save me" and help me. He ended up being abusive but I wrote this poem before I could see that. This was basically about...sex (:

The sights along the way are lovely

I linger in the moments

When I was infinite with you

We've all been there at least once in our journeys

My remedies, my personal anesthesia to soothe my pain

I'd love to travel beyond those interlocked pieces I've been bound

It creates a world of wonder

As I exclude myself intentionally

Snapping back to what I thought was home

I found out that in those moments of infinite feelings

I was not singing

No, not even then could I step from the shadows

I crept back to my corner of satisfaction

And simply continued to hum a melody

That was somebody else's favorite song

It could never be my own

And still, streaming shadows continued to light up their faces

I laid down, hungry for sleep

And could feel you moving across my room

Your chill swept into me like a delightful fever

It did not make me ill

Rather shook me up inside

I'd only been around that corner once

We explored uncharted territories 

Wild and vivaciously

We anticipated what we would find and faced the northern sky

There were purple hazes at dusk

And autumn flames at dawn

We never got to sleep

The light filtered in the den where we laid feeling infinite

Like nothing could ever chain us down

Our veins were aquatic and full of life

Our hearts thumped vibrations that sounded like songs

And that was when I sang to you

And all you did was smile

Author's Note

I had this poem published on an online site, it wasn't poetry.com but I still think it was a scammer. This poem is very dear to me, it's probably in my top 10 out of all the 13 years I have been writing poetry.

Reviews

[genocide]

i like this poem to your work is very good