At times like these, her beauty: unmatched
A warm embrace, her smile: inviting
At times like these, her eyes: glisten
Tomorrow I'll wake, and her looks: dull.
Balls and gatherings, I come with her
Arms linked, and soon, we spin
'Round and around, 'til the world blurs
But she, the constant gravity that pulls me
When I wake up tomorrow, she'll look plain.
We live together, in small space barely enough for one
She grabs me by my neck, I'll follow to the very end
Our wrists, cuffed together, with her hand in mine
And we dance, until the sun goes down.
Her love: hollows me
Her arms: they trap me
Her kiss: suffocates me
Her presence: crushes me
But her dance ... lulls me.
She'll tell me that I'm free to leave
I'll linger just for a moment longer
She fills me with momentary satisfaction
I'll stay, for the bliss of her false sanctuary.
Until I bid her goodbye, and she barely resent me
Until I walk through her door, my arms empty
Until I feel unbalanced, without her next to me
Until I learn to stay still, instead of running back to her
Then I force myself to sit, with my pen on paper.
The way my ink bleeds reminds me of her invasion
The way words form reminds me of how she came to existence
My beloved lover, born from within me
I dedicate this to you, and our memories together.
She only stuns me when I let her
She only binds me when I let her
She only paralyses me when I let her
And she only blinds me from truth of fear, when I let her
But never more.
Her beauty: unmatched
I find it hard to resist her temptation
Her wonder: inspire me
But never more.
I owe it to her to realise our steps
The dance we create, but never record
The fast paced ones, the slow and seductive ones
The late drunken dance, the early sober embrace
Of ours: Procrastination and I.
Until I finish this part, and show it to the world
I'll stumble afterward to her home, fall at her door
And we dance once again, until the sun goes down
But never more.
YOU ARE READING
FRAGMENTS - A short story and poetry collection
RandomI'm not a poet, and I rarely ever write short stories. But I don't know where I should publish one in the unlikely event I make them, hence the book. Please note I barely know what a "poem" is. So if I post something that resembles one at first glan...
