Capacity Of Consciousness

SHE

She inquired

What are you doing

He simply replied
thinking as usual

She whispered
about what

He smells like
heart beats pulsating
in one hundred degree weather
sweaty flesh undressed and the
scent of un-showered composition
leaning into the lining of my soul
the way his masculinity
coats my eyelids

I found him resting in six AM visions of skin
bathing against sunlight that strokes the exterior of his frame
in ways that could cause a person to lose sight of days

Time passing glancing at the structure
of his cheeks when he speaks
in whispers because he

He is the epitome
of sexy and I

I just want to rub my fingers
across the lines that dance
along his forehead
where his
deepest
thoughts
are embedded

He reminds me of old warn pages
small scars that speak of history
and I often wonder if he

If he has ever felt the way it feels
to to hold the broken in your hands
admire the flaws in such
a distorted preconception of beauty
because to me

To me he is beautiful
far beyond the capacity of
consciousness and I

I have this undying sense of urgency
this never ending need to be his his answer

YOU



By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

I see through you I can see the real you and I have strength enough to hold and mend all the broken parts of you

This was wrote for my husband who will probably never read it as he is to infatuated with anothers work and from his own mouth said he does not like my work he only loves others work who write dark like him jokes on him every word I have written since meeting him has been about and or inspired by him... Well I'm sorry that I am one of a kind and no one writes like me I am original I need not to look for myself in other poets work I am a leader others fallow me years after my bones have turned to dust people will fall in love with my work and think what a lucky man was he but what a pity he was to blind to see it

Reviews

[Stevo The POE-t]

I have a feeling that your husband does love you. And just because he may not always review your work does not mean he doesn't read it.. I'm sure he reads it without you knowing it... I know your hubby quite well and yes he does write dark... You two write very different from one another... A Love and Death relationship... If he did say that he doesn't like your work because it's different than his, he either spoke wrong or did not mean to say it like that... I'm sure either way he feels very bad for saying it... But I as reader love reading work more like my own than branching out into other genres... But I love how talented you truly are... Girl you write with great passion and a conviction like no other... But I know your man loves you and I know deep down he loves your work... He just doesn't know how to show it... Cause if you know him like I do then you know he can't express other than on paper... And by the way in this poem you made metaphors your b***h.... Great job

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I know he/you love me and I love him/you. As I have said its not that you don't review me that does not matter I just don't like feeling like I'm nagging you to read something and I sure don't like hearing you b***h and moan about reading anything I write lol What if I did that to you instead of being so eager to devour every word you write cause I starve for your poetry. I know you have trouble showing things but a way you could do that is not to b***h when I tell you I wrote a new poem or when I ask you to read it. . . I love and hate you at the same time is infuriating its like I either want to kill you or f**k you maybe both but I die in your embrace every time you look at me and or kiss me when your inside of me .... Good lord can't believe I said that lol

[Msphilosophy]

I have a feeling your husband doesn't like your work because you're a thief. You steal from other artists and attempt to pass their words off as your own. He would probably be more into your work if you actually wrote it.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

As if I care about your wrong opinion ... Continue to waste your time trolling me I feel bad for you that you have nothing better to do with your sad pathetic life so keep on making fake pages and I will keep on blocking you you know cyberstalking is a sign of a mental illnesse maybe you should seek help from a doctor

[Shaquana Adams]

If he has ever felt the way it feels
to to hold the broken in your hands
admire the flaws in such
a distorted preconception of beauty'

Beautifully penned Samantha :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are so talented. You can write so many kinds of poetry. I like this one.
"To me he is beautiful
far beyond the capacity of
consciousness and I"
The words above are powerful and amazing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote