I terrify by

I terrify by
you and those eyes
you stole from the surface of the surf,
an algal cerulean
chlorinated swamp forest of
peat moss, ferns, nettle -
I heed their call I fall
into your tear ducts, salty.
If I could I'd peak through mine
from behind
a cloak -
where you can't see me
there is less gravity, see,
I'd float
not to weigh the weight that yanks
me to you, that face,
for fear it turns away,
suddenly or otherwise,
I terrify.

Golden skin, cornsilk hair glinting,
a jaw of tawny bristles, I shiver
at the thought, caught
by the chill of such a warmth.

I think you wait patiently
for the sometimes of me.
My rare brilliance
charm, ingenuity -
flecks of dust in a still pond
of poetic silence.

You crash forth
fervently plagued by ideas
engulfed in flames -
where I maunder and ponder
and sip slowly
as not to burn my mind
too many times
on life.

Reviews

[James O'Rourke]

I second Jacob's comment. This is some damn fine work. Every time I read your writing, all I can do is stare wide-eyed and read it again and again. You have a way with words a lot of writers wish they had.

The rhythm is on point. The images it invokes are sharp and concise. The word choice is exact and instills the emotion and pictures it wishes to convey.

Keep it up. I look forward to more from you.

[M. Shepherd]

Damn thanks James -
Your review is pretty damn on point too :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn this is good...love the images...like Swamp Thing meets "The ring"--

hauntingly beautiful in a morbid kind of way....
stirs the mind.

[M. Shepherd]

Thank you Jacob :)