seesaw

seesaw

A Poem by wiccaceltica

 

 

 

The boy with the gentle soul

caressing me with enlightened appreciation

wants back in the fold (ed)

grin

opening to glistened lips

Pry me apart you know how to please

 

where do you fit? Your snug little fit.

A paradox of desire to open my floodgate

or squeeze down til you pop

 

The seesaw of resolve

 

A reality skewed to uncertain degrees

holograms of a ghost ship spinning in the vortex of our past

Familar sea  cretion

yet so different in flavor

from the taste in my mouth

Motion sickness of involuntary churn

each thrust leaving me divested and pared

Your playground

 

The perplexity of accepting the uncomplicated

offers little comfort to a heart 

imprisoned in a distant dismissal

Even the best of friend and lover

only quiets the steaming vapors of longing’s brew

enough to grow old in the castle walls of compromised presence

Found dead on separate moldy couches

 

The quest that has left those before as delicate fossils of passion

risks Chiron’s grip for a glimpse of the Grail

A fool’s journey seducing child to piper

is doomed to fail with half a soul in another’s Court

I ponder the demise by crow’s peck

less painful than the decay of unhappiness

 

Do I let you inject my veins with your butter?

Lost in spacious hollows his (the other)

umbilical cord severed and pulsing 

like the amputee’s sensations of missing limb

My forgotten love still pricking for response

 

You so gentle and forgiving

dissolve in the resolve of the seesaw

 

 

 

 

© 2008 wiccaceltica


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oh the errotic visions shared in this poem. The imagry that tantalizesthe mind with pictures of desire. Oh, how the past can haunt someone tofall to feelings of comfort that live so beautifully in one's memory.feelings that overshadow the reasons that the desires were not goodenough to sustain a relationship. Oh have I been on that bridge before,never daring to cross it for fear of losing what I know I now already have . .. Your words are so picturesque. Your feelings and desires once moreflow through your writing like the release of a satisfied lover.Awesome poem!!

Posted 17 Years Ago



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wiccaceltica
wiccaceltica

Small Town, RI



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