Eyes closed tightly, blocking out reality
How many seconds, minutes pass by
Ragged breaths that betray true feelings
Sensations that push their way to the surface
Almost too much yet not nearly enough
A rising desperation that cannot be fulfiled.
Fingers clenched, entwined in sheets
How many hours, days slip by
A knotted guilt that refuses to unravel
A body too trained to ignore the touches
Writhing in barely concealed pain and pleasure
An obsession that threatens to overwhelm.
- 25/April/2010
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This one has an unusual way of being both frank and subtle, direct and metaphorical. I'm still trying to determine if there was a clearly intended meaning, or if it's actually a meaning that comes to mind purely as a result of my own subconscious interpretation.
ReplyDeleteI do like that it makes me think. ;)
Why are most of your recent ones untitled though? The titles always seem to add a clever touch to the meaning.
Yay, I'm glad that it makes you think, too! ^^
ReplyDeleteI dunno, I've always had trouble with titles, not just with the recent ones. I always feel like my titles are either too straightforward or trite. Also, I think I tend to forget about the title by the time I'm done writing the poem, lol.