Like a Name You'Ve Forgotten


"Like a Name You’ve Forgotten" 

A strange storm has arrived
flexing its muscles 
around me its arms 
wrap electric life, hot
rippling veins of light

you can hear its heart beat
like yours is thunder 
as the sky makes love to you
as if to say, earth bound creature
I’m here to enrapture, fully take you

you think that I’m your 
Dark Night 
when I’m through with you
you’ll feel my hot tears 
on your cool skin, wanting more

as the other you
leaves like a warm mist
to walk in the ether
in your sleep
I’ll kiss your eyelids

and you’ll wake 

in my arms
a sensuous cornucopia
breathing fire in your shine
like a comet burning 
like another fallen star

my sky is peppered with diamonds
I pick one from your indigo 
like a velvet lover
chooses a wild flower 
from the weeds

I’ll  slip it to you gently 
like you’re a new bride
as I whisper your name
on some foreign shore
waiting for the sun to rise 

like a name you’ve forgotten 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Labyrinth Avatar
January 25, 2023 at 2:27 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/her_ever_changing_moods_the_rapture_reprising_1483151
Labyrinth Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 8:55 PM
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.” Rumi
Parker Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 4:16 PM
This poem let my mind travel to many thoughts, many memories, and many places, dear poet
Labyrinth Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 8:57 PM
It's amazing what one conjures in the midst of the atmosphere of a wildly intense electrical storm. Some people become more alive in the midst of a storm. One feels closer to life and death. Some prefer calm seas, which for those who appreciate storms, could seem to be death in itself. Ah, la petite mort.
Labyrinth Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 11:52 AM
"Heavy Thunderstorm over Sydney| Rain, Thunder and Loud Lightning Sounds for Sleep, Study, Relax" / Relaxing Guru
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January 24, 2023 at 11:52 AM
https://youtu.be/VDl7ifEioi4
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