When You Come To Me In Different Colours
when you come to me in different colours
faded greys and pastel blues
forest greens and fiery reds
and when you come to me with lust smeared across your face
and an avalanche of passion in your soul
an aching tinge of necessity in your heart
just bursting out, bursting, bursting, bursting
and when you come to me like a wildcat
ferocious, seething, lurching with bared fangs
I know this angry need will not be contained
however hard I try - if ever I wanted to try.
you become so radiant, so changed, so immortal
and I, weakened and begging for mercy
scream out at this use-misuse, use-abuse
your colours, flashing like diamonds amid cut-glass
as you beat down on me blows of heartfelt lust
urging me high into arousal
easing me up, up, up towards the sky
pressuring me into life, into response
and I, a mere rag-doll at your disposal
scream out with unknown desires
aroused, high, urgent and brilliant white.
7.1992
Copyright © Neil Johns | Year Posted 2022
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