The Fumes

The fumes

 

For A.T.

we are the chocolates

bonding the spacetime with a matter

embraced with mutual sucrose

we were born from doubts

like shadows

 

we are milky

drinking in the secret

experiences

and corporeality

with every bar of mount

 

we are bitter

filled up with an instinct

stuffing between thighs

and prayer

for every second

 

we are frivolous

in torn aparts tinsels

we are dying from love

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we kill ourselves over-eating sweets...we also can overdose on doubt---mistrust...chocolate jealousy...makes us bitter...we get fat on unease...and tear apart our loves because of it.

the more we unwrap our own secrets, the more we bite into that doubt.

love the metaphor here...and that line "we were born from doubts/ like shadows"

[Raven]

liking your wording,wonderful

[RattyAdalan]

Thank you so much! :)

[Firebird]

That's got some powerful images. :-)…

[Chris]

Do I detect a university"s student-body driven view of a first year's coming into a personal view at the end of their year's term?

[RattyAdalan]

This poem is about love. It's erotic poem.

[Chris]

I just reread it - aloud - with your words in mind. There are so many perceptions we can experience and so many more to come. So many seek LOVE so hard but they miss it when its given by someone other than the one they have focused upon.

[~]

Spicy chocolate I must say RattyAdalan!!! Loved the sensuality of this piece.

[RattyAdalan]

Thank you so much! :)