God but the want!
Like broken bones
and skin of pain.
Wish for
numb
but it won't be un-done
that want
sits
still.
The knees shaking
the breath humming
the thoughts fleeting
with the needs
seething.
And when
when
when can I begin
to feel you, taste you, want you
again.
When will deviant
desire
finally bridge
the gap that sits
there like an empty space.
Yet thoughts replace
you
next to
my face.
Can’t seem to shed
the body fit,
make it
stop,
drop
to my knees, say please
and I am there
for you to heal
for you to feel.
Pretend
a knowing smile
plays upon my lips
to break a silence
shush me with your fingertips.
It's ok
I'll say
wish all the risk away
and the shame
moaning my name
will fade with the lust
removable as dust.
Gone too soon
is the breath
that quickens
the humming that shakes
the want that makes
my nerves break.
Oh but
I can't initiate
So still
and silent
I wait.
I've written some Erotic poems similiar to this. People are reading it and they think it's happening until at the end they realize it's a fantasy or daydream or whatever. You did a wonderful job at showing how a look isn't always just a look, but an expression of sexual desires.
I like this one. It gives an overall feel of want and need while at the same time displaying an angry rightoeus resignation. I enjoyed the feel it creates more than the actual language - which was mostly good. I didnt like the sudden use of rhyming couplets in stanza 5 though, broke the previous flow too heavilly in my opinion.
Nice one Mary. I think i can guess who/what this is about.