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2002-08-22 - 12:16 a.m.
the lake laps at the shore, a slapping sound, like dancing thighs at midnight. Oh she is a glistening beauty, this lake of mine. Look how she presses herself in a most seductive manner, against the crushed, black velvet rock, of endless miles.
I watch the spreading ripples of her moonlit eyes, hypnotized by the suede kiss of her insatiableness.
the lady of the lake
presses herself
against the reaching shelf
of a sandy mouth
reabsorbing
the tiny trembling pools
of pleasures
glistening frenzy.
and in my
swimming wake
there is an unravelling scar
upon the surface,
barely visible
if only for an instance
metaphor for the
finite ness of my life
and perhaps that is why
I am so afraid
to touch the bottom
and so unable
to reach the sky
I just float above
the shimmering
mirrored lake,
while the voices
inside my head
collide with
one another
and in spite of
all of my moonlit
night swimming
I am woefully
sunburnt
I touch my tender skin,and the fleshy pink pad, is a heated plain of searing pain! The lady of the lake has left her poisonous kiss upon me. I am marked by the vengeful rage of a jealous lover, the sun, her evil U.V. ray bearing, co conspirator. I spread my fingers, and push farther into the pink cleft of my arm. The pain travels a complex webbed sensory trail, and disappears into a valley of abandonment, numbing me into a cirque de soleil suspended momentary illusion of spell bounding relief.
keep pressing and it smooths out,
pushes away
turns into nothing
numbs itself into oblivion.
ah, the fine line
of pain
and endorphins.
Anyway, I must bid you adieu. and go in search of a cooling chamomille, milk and honey bath.
old starlight - new starbright
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