Confessions Of A Sloth..

Just a routine morning in my long long holidays.. this one's for me..:P

The clock strikes its rusty stick on its bottom shade,
the noise echoes in the premises of mucus caressed hearing,
which the unwashed tips of fingers remove with unmatched bliss.

Scratching the lice land of black trunks and white pool on head,
and some other parts, which look rather displeased with its sleep,
Awoken, by darned time, just at the slight pause, before the kiss.

Curse the clock, and slide palms delicately to unshaven skin,
and find eerie pleasure in the harsh sound of the stroked hair,
before regaining the sweet feeling of an unconscious mind.

The stench of the dust weaved blanket bears a soothing aroma,
soft pillows embellish the dreary drowsy gasps of mundane joys,
and blurry eyes, slightly shivering, as rest is now left behind.

That ireful moment when the sun rages at my fallen torso,
finally breaks the lush walls of an unfulfilled dream for good,
and a body that has to surrender to a cascade of a chilly rain.

The clock struck, its short stick pointing straight to the west,
and mine, pointing north, I sneak in a sly grin to the mirror,
praise my surprisingly healthy set of muscles to match the brain.

The curtains tempt the fresh flesh to cradle the mirror,
the kindness falls prey to the lovers request,
and I to the soft tempting seductress of a mattress.

Its body silken, and draped with heavenly plant fur,
entices me, and my bone ceases to resist, a blend,
which was so perfect, wanting no more and feeling no less.

The clock struck, its short stick entrapping the thin long one,
and I, left dazed, slightly perturbed, yet blissfully content

Reviews

[floarealbastra10]

beautiful poem,I greatly enjoyed it

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your braiding of exquisite surreal images through perfecty threaded emotives breathes extraordinary life into this poem~beautiful and exotic use of language to convey a particular state of being~

[Liza]

this is a magnificent orchestra of free flowing and smooth words that clearly paint images of texture, emotions and sight
a very talent author indeed who is in touch with themselves and paints a picture of a surreal reality.