horizon.

[rewiiired]

Skin as smooth as silk I drown
in her sweat and invisible tears,
each iris caressing seas of black
emotions, my remaining fear.

There's a pain here in the softness
that you bury in this madness that
leaks through here in the sadist,
pleasant for this masochist,

yet forever suspicious,

and as I build up to remember,
you say you build up to forget.

All that we are and were,
all that is and was:
embrace, reject.

You said to narrow my wide and cluttered focus
on the here and now, sacred and ever-flowing,
and I lived in the moment quite happily,

a melody of primal motions governed
by sacred gestures of sound, whispering
sweet nothings through involuntary
expressions, lost my mind, in you I drown.

You said to narrow my wide and cluttered focus
on the here and now, sacred and ever-flowing,
and I lived in the moment quite happily,
until the question: where this is going,

and then: silence.

With eyes to the horizon,
now I see something there:
a sun burning the edge
of the earth away as Venus,
she goes retrograde.

But you said to narrow my wide and cluttered focus
on the here and now, sacred and ever-flowing,
and I lived in the moment quite happily,
and with no thought, not knowing,

yet something here seems blasphemous,
as clear as day from either end, yet
you gave the green light, thumbs up,
told me there's nothing wrong with this,

and then stab me
in silence.

Then we wake up
in yesterday
and you leave me
hanging

on a noose,
the rope tied to
your question mark
for the future:

the future that has no answer
till we get there anyway.

Unknown to me, that this was
the last melody of primal motions
governed by sacred gestures of sound
whispering sweet nothings in expressions

I'd lost my mind,
but I've come around:

I knew something there was blasphemous
clear as day that dusk would come again,
leaving the circle forever uncomplete
through the gap of the unsaid,

yet here in endless silence,
what's there left to defend
in this endless mess?
What's left here to embrace?
What left here to reject?

The horizon before me,
or the feet below me?

 

[cherub]

definately an different outlook in the light of life and retlationships that happen to us,,, kinda went from sexual to sensual in the writting,, I liked that.

 

[vurtomatic]

There's a pain here in the softness
that you bury in this madness that
leaks through here in the sadist,
pleasant for this masochist,

Then we wake up
in yesterday
and you leave me
hanging

on a noose,
the rope tied to
your question mark
for the future:

Smooth as silk alright: Very good flow and imageries. Reads like a song.

 

[Formico]

Good reiteration of the themes throughout the progression of the 'story' so to speak.

and as I build up to remember,
you say you build up to forget.

A very good insight. Well placed, and standing alone makes it more powerful.

 

[yakksoho]

yet forever suspicious,

and as I build up to remember,
you say you build up to forget.

All that we are and were,
all that is and was:
embrace, reject.

Your unique and eloquent expressions speak volumes in their brevity; my wide and cluttered focus; a melody of primal motions governed. Its beautiful and speaks very truthfully about love, more truthfully than many people express themselves perhaps? However I feel it somewhat 'lost itself' and fell apart after the 3rd repeating 'stanza' (the 11th stanza total). It almost becomes a different poem, and the beginning is so charged and the words so potent that the disconnected dreaminess of the latter half hits rather softly. It is beautiful though, I especially like the repetition of the 'cluttered focus' theme, and the title is wonderful.