Sitting here, alone,
The haze of a summer day ever present in my mind;
My being.
Trees sway gently above me, birds sing
While basking in sunlight defused by leaves;
Ever slightly.
I think of you, ever soft on my mind,
Vibrant, in my soul;
So much so I am damaged to another
Yet I wait, wonder, lust for the touch of gentleness upon my skin.
I wonder, so many times I wonder
Will it come, will it happen, again,
Alive within a heart that waits for time to lessen,
Yet hasten, bringing fullness once again?
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~~~ Do you feel me - ~~~
~~~ Do you hear me - ~~~
Will you be there
To deliver me to wholeness once again?
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The breeze beckons; music wafts on the wind
While in my mind I commit such crimes, I commit such sin,
But sin of soul, the immeasurable desire to once again feel whole,
Feel lust, feel love for eternity.
Behind me bubbles my personal waterfall,
Fountain for pleasure - of pleasure for the ears to hear,
And the soul to grasp comfort on this lazy, hazy summer day.
Think of me when your head hits the pillow,
This night will bring you pleasure, bring peace ever-lasting,
While I bask in the light of darkness.
Such thoughts are unforgiving - cruel - yet soft in touch - so much so
That softness of its spiny barbs caress my skin, enticing fullness
While I wait, envisioning pleasure as never before.
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~~~ Will you be there?
Will you cradle me, engulf me -
Totally make me your own -
Or will I simply stay alone? ~~~
Rusty Blackwood
(c) 2011.
~ A placid summer day can envision many thoughts,
entice different phrases, yet they can simply elicit
thoughts you wished would lie dormant. Maybe they
didn't lie still enough. Such was the inspiration for
this poem. ~ R.B.
