01 YOU

A collection of some of my poetry. Some good some bad. Here's an awful one:

YOU

I remove the blankets

From my cold naked body

And rise out of my coffin.

The musty room around me is

Darkened by the curtains,

Sad gray clouds,

Blocking the light of the sun

From entering my somber chamber

Enveloped in solitude.

The will to stand eludes me

As my thoughts travel miles

Returning to you:

To your eyes, the infinite windows to your soul,

Staring into mine, paralyzing, gripping,

And haunting me;

To your scent, the likes which no man has ever smelt,

Which rapidly fades from my pillow

Where your head laid to rest.

I embrace it in the night, longing for you,

But the alluring perfume of your soft skin is long gone;

To your touch, soft and reassuring;

To your voice, beautiful, melodious,

Enchanting, prompting me to

Dive into the deadly waters and be

Dragged into the dark depths of the ocean

Where you, my siren, would sing to me

Your mindless words, as I eat every single one

In a hypnotized daze;

To your lips, forbidden fruits

Tempting me, and I cannot help myself

So I take, not one, but many

Long lasting bites of pure pleasure and bliss.

I long for the day when the clouds

Will move away, and the

Sunshine will once again invade my room.

And I welcome you in.

And I bathe in your beauty, my goddess,

My love.