I remember a sense of paralytic seizures Taking hold on my physical self like a pit bull. Something crawled the stone steps into my throat Affecting my ability to remember.
Its worse when I'm not around you That's when I begin to see you everywhere My toast and coffee in the morning Remind me of your steamy breath and brown skin.
Your grace all the billboards of my mind. Sexy mamma or the Doris Day girl next door You're smiling at me from every passing car At sunset you beckon to me from the west.
I've learned to resist your alluring lure. I've learned your heart distorts the love I gave I've learned mind over matter when you appear I've learned to never allow me to lust for you.
Still, I see you every day of my life. My eyes shut you come to me in day dreams. You take my body and do what you will I am ashamed you can possess me so.
A dark poem describing one man's obsession with women and their allure. I sense that if one of those women came from the other side of the bridge with the same intent, they could meet in the middle and share their doubts. Perhaps have a relationship that was more hopeful than either of them could have hoped.
Perhaps this is a metaphor for what you finally found, but have lost when your wife died.
This poem of yours has got to be the best one or one of the best ones as there are so many! Passion wraps a huge ribbon around your words in this, classic write!
What an intense poem, and yet controlled and measured in understated ways. You really capture the passion and the longing of a reckless, searching love, finding it even in your "toast and coffee." Brilliant. This is one of your better efforts, Jerry, so focused and piercing. There's nothing stopping you now, my friend. Just get in there and write it, pour it, out.
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Perhaps this is a metaphor for what you finally found, but have lost when your wife died.
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