Release

I stand trembling,
Writhing in apprehension 
When I hear you sigh through your teeth
As you rush past me

Bubbling now,
My stomach swirls
My spine warms me with shivers
And my heart wants desperately to lift

The further you go,
The more every part of me sinks
I nibble my lip to fight the tears
To wrestle the heat in my cheeks
To resist releasing the boiling bile inside

Then, you return
From the corner of my eye, you draw near
I waver whether to wait or go
Then, you happen
You are there, and absolutely nothing
Makes sense

The sun is raging
The room is blurry
You stand there, shockingly clear
Uttering quick your nervous words

Eons pass in a second
And I am still standing there, ancient as dust
Feebly, frantically, I reply, but you…
You have already disappeared…
The bold doors closing,
No uncertainty in their arctic shut

The release thereafter is beyond
Torturous
I feel no relief
Only despairing resolve
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Bordner Avatar
September 19, 2015 at 9:43 PM
Gosh Laura, this is simmering with a chaotic lust and also a dreamy delirium to keep close that which, for a moment, an eon captures the heart with absolute ecstacy. The emotional juxtapositions in these metaphors is sheer genius!! "My spine warms me with shivers, and my heart wants desperately to lift..." Mmmmmmmm...so very intense and true woman. The final vrrse is so hot with fighting need! This is a FAV!! J.A.B.
Breidenthal Avatar
September 19, 2015 at 9:49 PM
I like the line "then, you happen" in this piece. When you happen on my page, you always make me smile. Thanks dear. : ) ~Laura
Beaufort Avatar
September 6, 2015 at 6:30 PM
What I really love is how you have put into words what some of us have felt and experienced in our lives. You do such a great job. The torture can go on for a long time, and when we think it is gone--somehow it comes back again. Then it leaves, then it comes back. I sometimes wish that I could tell these feelings an d thoughts which spontaneously appear to shut up!
Beaufort Avatar
September 6, 2015 at 6:27 PM
Whatever will be will be! The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What is to become of you? This ordeal is bringing you to the next level--we are all hoping that it will be a good one!!!!! This (as you say) does not make any sense whatsoever from where you are standing. It is the painful reality of life even I hate to accept. Ouch, ouch, ouch!
La France Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 9:40 PM
Laura, I was right there with you, what a skilled writer you are, just wonderful and thanks for visiting my poem, pirate of my heart ~~
Breidenthal Avatar
September 3, 2015 at 9:50 PM
It was a pleasure reading the piece. You write elegantly and beautifully...~Laura
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