love & floating continents

 

my body is a continent

lulled into stupor

alarmed with the sight

that over aeons

we have become separated

by the vastest of chasms–

in essence, completely lost touch.

 

what if the honeymoon had

never ended –

until now?

what if eruptions & flooding

both benign & biblical

were simply symptoms

of our plates clashing,

an everyday passion

spanning millenniums?

perhaps this was why sex

was so exhausting & left us

bruised & hospitalised.

 

but who can predict the movements

of continents? Who effects us if not

moon & tide or the gravity of love?

what started as a stream

between us is now an ocean –

unmoveable, uncrossable, inseparable.

perhaps, one day, the seas will rise

and I will see your face again,

if only under the waves.

until then we are simply floating worlds,

these continents just rafts

signalling to far off distant lands

that we are coming

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Goodness, gracious this is wild. As free and unchartered as the continents described. You have written a wide-sweeping poem...with an epic feel to it!

On a grand scale...excellent!

Daniel

[Lorraine Pearson]

I love the metaphor you have used in this...and you have captured so much truth in what happens...after two begin to drift. I really like the idea of what was a river is now an ocean...this was a bittersweet read, but full of truth nontheless.
~Lorraiyne

[S.E. Conway]

i love all your scemes. very well written. the line
both benign & biblical

were simply symptoms
gives me a wonderful idea for a song or a photography splurge idea.
hope to read more from you