Nights and Eternity

I. Carnal
She rides the roots of love
As if the soil isnt enough
Venus, she calls herself,
Could only make sense to
The Gods and
I am no immortal
She teaches me to
Inspect with careful fingers
Like a surgeon
I am a new born
And in front of me
Lies my maturity
As we lay On the sun
Consumed in passionate flames
a siren of a woman she is,
Her water flows until
I am soaked in drowning
And the view of her horizon
Makes the sunset jealous.
How angelic
She floats upon my stiffness
And whispers naughty indecencies
While the almighty looks the other way
Such beauty to create an uncondemming god.
I close my eyes and the sins continue into the night.

 

II. Sacred
She speaks to God about me
And he responds to her
Venus, she calls herself,
But I call her wife.
I call her love in its entirety
Unfiltered by selfishness.
Her n*****s supple and a source of nurturing, she represents love well one might say.
Her eyes vibrant as celestial light
It’s no wonder He sees her heart more than the rest of us.
Her face pristine and her temple a safe haven.
If life were to pass through,
for one moment,
it would be on bended knees.
And doves would cry in worship
tears only ripen the harvest.
She doesn’t pray.
She is prayer
Holy in the most whole way
Away from false priesthood,
I too, was once a non believer,
Until we met.

Reviews

[Mira]

Good job, I really enjoy reading your pieces. Speaking truthfully, you really have a gift. Don't take it for granted, I hope over time you get noticed for your poetry.
Love, Mira.