She carried Her heart, an exigency of
life,
Like an iniquitous pain, too stubborn
to leave.
And He played with His, radiant and
hopeful,
Like the carefree winds in a field.
He was an extension of Her,
As colours are to a drawing and ripples
to still water.
But for Him, She was His need,
Like water is to thirst, and a soft
touch to teenage lovers.
He became Her sun,
Bright and warm, when coldness
shrouded Her heart.
But for him, She was the soothing moon.
She brought
to rest His galloping mind.
She was on the brink of an abyss, of
that She was sure,
When He caressed Her sorrows and
scars.
But there was no turning back now,
For
He had exhumed Her soul from the dark wells of misery.
It was time, they both knew,
The wait had been too long.
They threw themselves into the flames
of burning desire,
As anticipation impregnated their
thoughts.
She shivered, as His lips met Hers,
So aggressive yet enchanting, their
first kiss.
For once she knew what she wanted,
And she sighed, she sighed like never
before.
:) amazing.. truly amazing.. that's a really really well articulated poem.. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! Although, it is completely unfelt.
ReplyDeleteHard to believe... Emotions explained with such grace has to be from the heart.. :)
ReplyDeleteNo men! I'm the least romantic person you'll ever find on this planet! My idea of romance is "You go read your book in that corner and let me read mine in this."
ReplyDeleteThis poem was a challenge actually. My friend had challenged me to write a poem about love-making. I tried to make it as toned-down as possible.