Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Driven To Distraction

Driven to Distraction

Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
An innocent photo
Fantasizes
Her word repeated
Re-read and re-initiated
Touches
Swims me through 
Her soul
Finds my spirit
Traversing the spaces
Hanging with kisses

She repeats
And replete
On tantalizings
Almost tasted
I fall
Control-less
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
In the images
She painted
Enchanted
The rick and cot
Of desire
In sheets and pillows
I hear her giggles
Under flushing eyes

What am I to do
With these
Vacant longings
As they travel
Distances
Horizon from me to you
What am I to do
With this hearts
And heads infatuated
Poetry
As it lays at night
Jostling and turning
In the empty
Impossibility
Of wantings
My lips to feed
Greedily
And sate this hungrily
Echoed
Distraction driven

I can’t help it
Can’t control it
This aching trespass
With words imparted
The succinct
And salivated story
Of her
Sends me crushing
And cruising
Heat semaphores
Towards her

And in the meal of love
I would dine
On sustenance passion
Eat her
Through my every fibre
If but once
I could
Hold her

Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
Can’t control it

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Michael Torres December 13, 2008 at 2:10 PM Colin it look's like you have an admiring fan in Christie, What good woman would not want your acquaintance. you are a gentleman with deep truth's and loving want's. I pray your find that special someone that would be so fortunate to have a man as yourself. This poem is full of passion and desires and truth's It would make Mona Lisa blush and make her jump out of the canvas to know you. God bless you and your son. Your friend Michael