Occurence

Another poem over that wonderful creature that currently sleeps in my bed as I type this.

It wasn't going to happen

I could feel it, I just knew.
There was no way to fulfill
those feelings that bubble up
every now and again.
(deceptive)
Always.
Always rising to
the surface
whenever we are
close.
(and we are)

I can't help it.

Tapered to a point.

Isosceles.
Strength and weakness
meeting right there.
Right.
Down.

No.
Lower.

There.

Commanding and yielding.
Pacifistic sociopath.
Encaptured,
Enraptured,
Enslaved behind those
golden rings.
Barely restraining that
current
of emotions that threaten
to capsize at
any given moment.

(it is cold)
(it is very cold)
(it is May and it is cold)

Yet, still, warmth radiates from
where we lay entangled.
Compressed between
steering column
gear shift
(we found the resonance)
the horn goes off
as the windows fog
over
(god, it was so loud)

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

Wow, very well expressed. Being next ti the one you love, I wish I could experiance such joy, but it is not for everyone, expecially how mess up I am. But I like poems that allowe me to feel such, so I know what is out there. Poems writen in emotions, so the reader feels the emotions, that is the best kind of poem. Thank you for sharing. Greta job.