I love your legs Strong like mine And making our passion As we entwine and collapse More like fusion Radiating heat and sweat And light that shines In your eyes A sun A nova Create with me From silver Gold
I love you, Your cold darkness Smooth beneath My wandering touch I hold you, bite You, let you find A way beneath My burning skin I take you, and your Pounding climax kills Like lead inside My bleeding heart
I have been writing poetry since I was about ten years old. Much like Miss Dickenson, I have been hoarding my works -- not out of malice or fear -- but simply because there seems to be few uses for poetry in our society.
Poetry, though, really transcends more prosaic work in the way that a single image can transcend a movie. A poem can be easy to remember, to quote or describe -- while expression of a larger prose piece may be difficult when re-creating the full energy of the original.
In the commentary, I will share my stories about the poems. Please feel free to include your own. I hope you find the reading of these poems as inspiring as I found the writing of them to be.