Perpetual pain palliated by loving hands
ever lingering under bandaged wounds;
fetted rot tucked under perfumed blanket.
Covered is the massing doubt, ever growing,
Smothered; thoughts transient as dreams.
To hide quaking mask of broken memory.
Running. Inevitable is the spreading.
Infectious and living pain.
Soothing notes of warmer days erupt,
cursed by twisted mouth, death belied.
Of the body, it’s bones and sinews,
it’s blackened organs and sunken eyes.
But of the soul, of the hidden things.
Of promised dreams and unspoken hopes,
corrupted and lost forever.
Categories:
palliated, allusion, cancer, death, grief,
Form: Free verse
repose bestowed like a willow no
longer weeping for its barren branches-
seeking only solitude when anguish
envelopes my soul in troubled waters.
for I am but a woman who blankets
herself in soft palliated ease-
no one can sever the ties I hold when
the reverie’s tow carries me under.
the breath of a lingering doe
whispers down my nape,
I am forever lost in its calming
efflorescence.
dulcet tones of an aria resounds
through my veins as if I am reminded
of my youthful dreams-
I used to be carried by weakness, now
medallion strength follows me with
pride.
I love who I love, I need who I need-
I find comfort in the willow no longer weeping.
July 1, 2018
Categories:
palliated, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Her touch
tempts him wild
A shock of heat
bleeds him blind
The intoxicating brew
of her juices and smells
The lips conjured
An erotic flame.
His fingers exploring
Her tempting contours
sensational rush,
their body quivers...
He see her sway
He see her move...
He see her curves
and felt her skin
silk smooth.
The flow of sensation
sparks like an electric wire
The cold weather
seems to them like a burning fire.
The night was prolonged
with gentle breeze
and her breath
aerated loud
as he felt her navel
with his dewy lips...
the pleasure aroused
as she seized him with her arms
and gently she played with her fingers
On his back to inspire the charm.
She squealed
she palliated
out of prurience and pain
when he felt her
'rose wet cave'.
They savored
they intimated
out of trust and faith
when she cajoled him
withal she gave.
Categories:
palliated, love, passion, romance,
Form: Free verse