Let me try to get back in focus, just a bit…
and what way to start this off is with a love poem confused of being a love poem. Enjoy and thanks for visiting…
A point of nothing yearn
I speak of roses,
You voice illness towards nature,
I wonder so deeply about your thoughts of me,
You flee from conversations of my
mentality.
I sing with acid breath a song of togetherness,
You wroth age ole’ stories of broken hearts
And classic “city burn.”
I give sweet strawberry shortbread,
for nothing,
You snicker at tenderness as an affront for betrayal.
i call,
you send chain emails,
i want,
you neither desire
anything open or apart
of me,
I’m falling so heavily,
so spiritual enlighten thoughts of poetry,
even a touch of your hand,
opening of a door,
any chore that moves me to closer
to you.
i hunger until my body aches,
dreaming of soft fondling
peck kisses,
soft moans of ecstasy
i want you, inviting my manhood
inside of you,
pierce your heavenly gate
of womanhood,
of gentle bites
upon my flesh,
yes love making
With eternal ponderings of companionship…..
all I ask,
yearning,
just all out wanting the same,
just a tad, at least a full morsel
of wanting me,
a forever tree,
liken you, the garden rose
growing underneath me,
but all I have is the thorns,
woman’s scorn
and odious assumptions
of so-call manly gestures.
am I the fool,
to seek an impossible act.
are you wise,
not to give it to
me,
you, to share pure nirvana
to consider life
in all fullness,
sexual,
grasping of your breast,
grabbing of my lower strength….
I want, just you
Your mind,
Please be so kind,
You returned “never mind.”
K.G. Bethlehem
