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A silence in the room drags your corpse, evaporated now,
and mixed with the sand, to my fingertips as gritty smog.
Though a tomb houses bones, the air contains your will.
I will sit, Aurelius, I will sit, wilted before that skeletal house.
When you cut your hair, upon my passing words, notes,
beards having been the shadow of fear and cloaking, you,
fully armored by chest and foot, arms akimbo, wooed me.
A simple heart, won by a penetrated, vulnerable nakedness.
No flattery taken, I am a simple fate, a lover of actions true,
yours, a silent tribute speaking legions in that one cutting.
You bared your face to me, showed me my own eyes’ gaze
mirrored in more than a thousand words piled high may bless.
I will sit, Aurelius, I will sit and wait in the earth, in my recluse,
and silk touch the grapple of his hair stubbled face-memory
blown through to my skin’s reaching, yearning whispered sigh.
I will sit, Lucius, lying by, bathed in sun-dried leaves’ caress.
Married though you be, Aurelius by your side provoking state,
a heart, at Smyrna you shaved for me, seeking limbic highs,
is never buried unceasingly beaten, trampled in dusty smoke.
I will sit, Lucius, as I do and be the pulsing-pure love’s undress.
This is beautifully written. I can feel the tension in every line! Some great words used in here too! Thank you for sharing this – I look forward to more 🙂
-IV
Thank you so much for these kind words and for stopping by.
I enjoyed doing so, it was my pleasure 🙂
Continue to create! It shall reward you with the greatest of treasures
You know, veritate, sometimes those words are exactly what I need to read. Thanks again. Same to you. Let’s all be gazers through the goddesses.
Absolutely! I know how much it means to me, so I try to do my part to return the experience for others – To gazing through the goddess!
Reblogged this on Laura Michaela Banse, Author and commented:
This poem is just breath taking. Please read, please share.
Thanks so much for the reblog, lauramichaela. I appreciate the support.