It is no secret that JB (honeypot) is my favorite poet. She speaks so clearly, as if from emotions I can't quite explain, but they jump out of my head when I read her.
I hope you all enjoy this piece...as much as I did...
" It seems like an eternity……but only a few seconds have passed
That antagonistic rip in time
Your words minus your image
Molests the clock on my minds nightstand
Passively induced
Innocently seduced right before my eyes
Yet from beneath my mind
As I also wonder……
How you got here
I cannot recall the beginning of seeing you differently. It’s 5:28 am and all I can do is stare into the eyes of what you have become. While my tarnished reflection in your eyes has come to define me…..your physical image grows increasingly familiar but at the same time unnecessary to my ego. Somehow you have evolved into the erotic equivalent of a faith-based desire.
I choose to believe that you are the one I want…….
with each step closer
you become clearer
minus the notions my mind unjustly conceived
or the labels I fought so hard not to believe
without the chemically charged suspicions
or consuming meals of peer based inhibitions
you become so vivid
no longer opaque and made of dreams
you become so clear that……
when I reach out to caress your presence
you close your eyes
and tilt your head back
you await my lips along the arch of your neck
….you instinctively offer to me the spot
that you hide from all others.
The acquaintance of your flesh was never my concern
or your eyes..
the color and depth of which I never cared to learn
but now….your aggressive silence forces me to discern
to see you deeper than my eyes know how
to crave a scent foreign and unknown
to allow the feel of your flesh to become my tangible deity
…..mentally I allow your taste to excite my neglected palate
even now baby………I taste you
Your words…..no longer skim along my surface
they now seem to forcefully dive & tread within my ego
I simply let it all go……
By faith I choose to accept that you are my desire
……PERSONIFIED.
the slow and steady pace of your full grown sensuality
….at my masque it tears and it rips
it becomes the answer to moans from my lips
….subliminally kissed
you come to rest in the warmth of my belief in us
cradled in my faith, you become aware that
you
have
exhaled
I take your hand and…..
I place you at the threshold to my lady
I whisper an invitation of pure succulence
"come feel what you do to me"
the flowers that surrounded us only saw that I was your focus
the flow of the cool stream near us paid you no attention
like me……they were so unaware
the intrusion between my minds thighs
inclusion being the obsession
a whispered confession
you simply want
in
side
of
me
My love I am so sorry……..I was ignorantly unaware
until that moment in time
as we both now await 5:29
It seems like an eternity……but only a few seconds have passed
its 5:28 am and I feel you
its 5:28 am and you are all that I have come to know
its 5:28 am and you see me as I truly am
you see me and you remain
even if only to molest
the clock on my minds nightstand"
i can understand why you like this excellent poet.
ReplyDeletethe pen speaks wonders for the eyes to behold.
Gas, she is awesome! Her work is seasoned, and going back to read it later....wow
ReplyDeleteThanks for the read...
(watery eyes allow a brief glance into liquid soul)...how deftly she moves along the spine of my imagination...thread carefully...
ReplyDeleteThat is EXACTLY how she affected me too, K! I would read, and it was as if she were reading me...now you know...
ReplyDeleteThanks for feeling this Poets scribe....