Trading pain for glimpses

Emotions of physicality felt for the first time

I'm building strong floodgates
To keep the raging waves of tenderness at bay.
I'm keeping the locked doors locked forever,
I'm not walking on the roads where I was lost.
But my mind is storming in the drawers of memories
I'm taking one by one
And weaving a garland of my later indulgence,
Taking refuge in the warmth of new mistakes,
Taking solace in the old mistakes.
Attraction and repulsion are all together
Nothing and something are floating
Like two parallel lines.
I don't want another havoc
But I'm walking towards the eye
Repeating the songs in the gramophone
Looking for the scent of flowers and smoke
Throughout my unveiled body.
Like De Vinci
As he carefully stroke his brush
On every little details.
I observe
the trivial waves of movement
How the chest expands
How I try to hide
My inevitable tears
After being held
Over more than a centennial
I try to stretch time
Shamelessly
To catch glimpse
Glimpses amount to
Beautiful mid-Victorian theatre
Tragic,melancholic yet romantic
Destructive,rough,hard,full of thorns.
In the end
Red lights
Strawberry
And red dried flowers
Are all Im left with.

Author's Note

The poem talks about a lot about the atmosphere,about little details,about turmoil emotions felt in an specific act.