feeling the proximity

feeling the proximity

 

 

 

your perfume

incited the riot within

and i became a crowd of one

 

nightsticks ablaze with warnings

next day regrets would be the bruises

and we would end up in a jail of juxtaposition

 

feeling the heat of the moment

and the moment after

the deed,

 

protests were soft in voice

loud in penance,

but we figured the Lord was smiling on us

 

buttons praying to be undone

we dined a Last Supper with impassioned tongues

swallowing a host of skin

 

and ripping morality to shreds

as the echoes of summer

found their way to the garden of hands

 

and the slightest touch moved the rock

as we ascended into love

on a black night in late autumn

 

the crucifixion of two hearts

colliding with intent

to save the world

from a body of indifference.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/9/16

Reviews

[V]

What a brilliant and beautifully expressed poem on passionate love. I adore the metaphors, your choice of words in general.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind words, Vanessa

j.

[V]

Anytime. Reading this was/is such a pleasure to my mind. I saved it in my favs.

[Lyn Anderson]

Passionate, and sensual, this poem has the sense of urgency of those once upon a time encounters ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, KL....

j.

[Cassie]

mhhhh....Jacob you have always been my favorite writer

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cassie...you are too kind....

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW...a summer tryst that doesn't care what the world will think. A tryst that ends up showing a lot more emotion than originally planned. Impossible to keep emotions out of the mix though, isn't it? I like the way you injected religious morals into this. Very good. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review...lydi

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob, an extraordinary poem
with layers of passion. Perfume exciting
the riot within... Exquisite poetry.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Pat.

j.