You're not simply some
intimidating presence
presently,
though your perception is
that you're saturated
unwelcoming ichor so
allow my pleading perspective,
even if only for posterity’s sake…
Allow my greedily frantic,
hellishly pulsating heart...
Though I know that I could
never evoke a solipsistic somersaulting sentimentality...
Something such as
Your sights set
in torturous speculation
of what mind
numbing
pleasure
your
sultry,
decadent,
Indulgent lips
would bring
to mine
if
only
once
Your density of might
which I compulsively convey,
rehearsed in a well of recollections,
isn't steeped in some ghostly fragments of another.
Rather it's entirely something I've
never felt necessity to any
exploration.
I'm
intrinsically
insistent...
that
Your attention is
intimately inviting.
&
In every sunset
defining stages of grief
that I cannot escape
Your verbal skill---highly
Your verbal skill---highly artistic and refined---is so consistent from line to line, and from poem to poem: and, in my opinion, this is a powerful indicator of talent at the highest degree of quality. You sure do have it, my friend!
Starward
Thank you again
That's very kind of you to say. I'm never sure what resonates with people so I just kind of try to draw comparison to conceptualizations