Happy Discontent

Hooded eyes breathe smiles

infused with languid sighs

Spaces filled with exquisite abandon;

Crunched two thousand miles

Mouth half open

Eyes half closed

Earth disconnected,

madness take control, abandonment take soul

 

For all that she became was made by him

Synapses zapping synapses; reconstructed mind within

Willingness magnified,

Addicted to please

Exploring herself through his decadence

The dynamics of existence trapping release

 

She laughed his laugh

Stole his thought

Consumed herself with ardor fraught

 

Crests of high, waves of low

Joyous yet languishing emotional tides sing

In happy discontent

Reviews

[M Breen]

The great flow drives the poem onwards and creates a natural union of opposing ideas and feelings..."Crests of high, waves of low". Intriguing and excellent.

[Anu Biswas]

Thank you for your kind words.

[quinfinn]

whew! this is intensely deep and so beautifully worded as to almost be a song. what it describes seems pervasive and gently sensual albeit a somewhat regretful encounter in the end. "in happy discontent" is the defining line herein. masterful!

[Anu Biswas]

Thanks Quinfinn! Appreciate your kind words. I struggled with this and almost abandoned it. Glad I didn't. Yes, I hoped to capture the sensuality that pervades this life and the more she gives, the more distraught she gets for she is completely lost and everything she has become is him.

[Eudaimoniac]

Amazing. I find myself caught up in a strange dynamic between the subject and the male 'other', a predecessor? A lover? The constant change of pace and meter, and the ambiguity in the language keeps me engaged and excited.