Two Poems
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HER SEA
Echoing whispers
falling on her ears
translate
into shivers
that run through her
like waves
in her rough sea.
She’s a sea- endless;
her sea is a wishing well.
Her eyes- pools
tiny, reflecting my light;
her mouth is a river
that flows unsure
yet meets her sea.
Her shoreline is silhouetted
with white sand
where I stand.
White sands yellowing
in her milky foam.
I tread her shore
unsure-
whether the dive
into her very depth
shall reveal treasures-
or death.
Or both.
WHITE HEAT
Ashen
yet hungry for branches
her fire-
consumes her lithe form
suspended mid air
between pleasure
and otherwise.
A fingernail
-lightly-
traces a trail
on snowy skin
illuminating her
with the first hint
of familiar madness;
Fans the gray coals
of her fire
till sighs and quivers and moans
are scattered along the trail.
From between her breasts
along the edges,
his finger- a leash
guides her umbilical soul
down-
feeding her fire
as the familiar tingle
welcomes her soul.
Free-
except for her leash,
moans her approval
as her fire grows stronger
burning at her apex
till the moving finger,
the all knowing hand
reaches her core
and time-
explodes
into dew drops
of white heat.
POET’S NOTE:
I wrote these poems for a lady friend of mine. We have a complicated relationship. She is my muse sometimes. And I’m grateful for it. I presented these poems to her and she had mixed opinions. When I asked her if I could put these online, she had the clssic answer that I didnt need her permission. But she is as curious as me to see what people think of these. So here they are in front of everyone… So, what do you think guys? I’d love to hear what my readers think. Do leave a comment. I’d appreciate it.
