Working Out the Kinks

Sometimes you need to rant to get emotions out...or to figure out what they are.

I think I'm addicted to you:
to the recognition of your scent
to the memory of your form
to the feel of you,
imagined in my mind

I'm not sure when it started...years ago maybe:
before this game of cat and mouse and emotions,
wrapped in sweaty sheets,
a moment behind a fake black wall
when I realized something I chose to forget -
until now...

Because the game was an amusing challenge,
because the comfort was something I needed,
because I wanted to feel wanted,
and you, despite all your own problems,
pulled me out of my darkness in a way that,
well,
that only you could.

I called you my muse at first,
because you reawakened the beautiful part of me,
brought back from dead my creativity.
But I broke through the last of the gray veils
and now,
whole and aware,
I see not a savior,
but a man.

A man that I keep dragging my thoughts to and from -
never far enough, even after a month,
to escape the rapture of my senses.

I cannot do better than long for you with all my being,
or, at least,
too strongly to justify as just a game.
You are
a temptation
a muse
a love...
but not a chance.

Author's Note

this is a version 1, critiques welcome and wanted!

Reviews

[fireblossom]

I like this poem. I relate from a man's side of it. Someone who is like a door to your heart. It's hard to tell why it happens..it is sort of physical but mostly mental and emotional. You get dependent on the power it gives you.

Well stated in this very good poem Kitten.

[bunny nabber]

I so feel this, sooo sooo sooo more than i can place here. Great clear way of expressing your thoughts that allows the reader to connect without being bludgeoned. Clean flow too and

this espec is great:
to the feel of you,
imagined in my mind

isnt that always the way, ahh perception you big big liar you

and this is great:
and you, despite all your own problems,
pulled me out of my darkness in a way that,
well,
that only you could.

I called you my muse at first,
because you reawakened the beautiful part of me,
brought back from dead my creativity.

I will rise from the dead for circular energy, ill forgive almost anything and become saintly in its presence.

really liked this;) thanks