Defenceless

It's been a very long while. A new poem, an old feeling

woke up. I toss & turn.

the dream dissapates

but the memory burns.

it's a new poem

for an old feeling

that has me staring at the ceiling.

haunted by a ghost

that returns to me ripe

& out of season.

a day before 

we ate the morning

licking salt off our fingers

chuckling over daylight

(an inside joke) of the found

and the known

lunch breezes past

afternoon lingers

on your toes

i toss that image

around in my mind for meaning

the black panties, 

the diamong on your nose

i should go

this won't end well

time won't tell

and i am left with unanswered questions

to conversations never made

i'm defenceless

with you

defenceless like a babe

a toy with no string

a wound that won't sing

but yearns for the crime.

I want everything to pause

I want 

time

to stay this way

like the vine of your fingers

conducting muisc with the air

the game is laid bare

against the curves of her skin

I trace, make haste, 

as her word search for home

inside me.

let's meet 

at your door

let's pretend that it can happen

lets linger until midnight

in the broken garden of your room

and drink to what can't be

until the light fades

& nothing is seen

only known.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

This sounds like falling in love......
I absolutely loved this write.
It didn't hook me in until about the middle, but once it did it wouldn't let go. This is great work here.

[Samith Pich]

Thank you! I've updated the formatted - let me know what you think :)

[light and ashes]

Seems to flow much better....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if the words aren't writing themselves...the poet is confused, "drinks to what can't be"

Maybe if everything pauses long enough...the words will come...just know she sees you...
like you said...
"the game is laid bare"---

I like this work.

[Samith Pich]

Thank you! This poem is not formatted how I want it - I include paragraphs breaks and indents but they don't appear *sigh(