Bloom

 my heart wants to know

the sound of your voice

eye lashes, descend, ascend

like morning flower petals

that open very 

slo wly to the rising 

sun

and s t r e t c h, extending

with rifting volume

above a Masculine stem

 

the intermittent blinking of your eyes

 

a certain side of my

head wants to feel

your chest

the other wants... your hand

and my shoulderblades

l o n g i n g for your forearm

a nightingale, a saint

curled up within the cotton

and

collapsed within all of yourself

in dim light my eyes want to see

your back, your lungs, nestled between

you breathe and inhale, exhale too

slowly

my eyes want to see

you exist

quietly

and tired

 

my soul, binded between sleepless moons

and solitary dreams

sifts in darkness, searching for yours

in laughter, in friendship

in easy happiness

that glints

in your smile

and the mouth (opens)

in the deepest way

I am stopped somewhere in your

everything smile

and midnight cabin breathing

so small...

the largest part of me

 

I search for eminent things, you

and I welcome

you to interact

with me, in the most

pure, gentle way

the most meaningful,

and a thousand seas downward fall

in this daybreak's rain

beckoning morning flower petals... your eyes

wake up.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Your bio notes your fondness for cummings and Millay, and there are certainly structural nods to cummings in this piece, though the tone and "feel" are closer to Millay. The notion of flowers blooming, and blooming in other senses, are interwined throughout the poem--and very effectively. Strong piece of work.

[Sketch]

Its very good =) I like how you type the words in a way that causes us to read them how they were intended to be read like: "Slo wly" Your imagery is great. The poem as a whole has a very calm and gentle feel to it which makes it quite soothing. Its also pretty long and I tend to favor long poems, especially when they are a good read like this one. =) Good job.

[Holly]

Now, the word's are lovely and there is a certain elegance to their rhythm but, there's also this long drawn out feel in getting to the point....

[deeps]

my soul, binded between sleepless moons
and solitary dreams

Love these lines here, This is such a wonderful and beuatiful write here.
This is very expressive and I feel a longing. Very well written!