May 05 2008
as the dust swirled
in much the same way as steel,, when passed thru the flame, will temper,, passions flames, once quenched,, have hardened my heart.. like the frog, playing comfortably in the pot of cool water,, unaware of the flame below,, oblivious,, as the temperature rises,, i languished in the all consuming tongues of your passion,, as you raked them skillfully, across my every erogenous zone.. searing me,, with convolutely explosive make up sex,, branding me,, with desire,, no,, obsession- to possess every inch of you, to make you whole,, to complete you,, to meld into you,, and become one.. to know every gap and crevice of your being, to fill them willingly,, with pieces of my own essence,, never noticing,, as the delicate little gaps,, the tender crevices,, became gaping holes,, that sucked in and swallowed,, my very soul,, leaving me, parched and dry,, as the graveled remains of my hardened heart,, that you chose to abandon,, in a mound,, on the side of the road,, as the dust swirled.
by: paisley
5 May 2008, ore 13:35
Well this is certainly unique, I don’t think I have ever run into anything like this before. Bold and rebellious, an outright rejection of the norm. Screaming heartache, rejection and destitute loneliness. I applaud thee.
6 May 2008, ore 6:31
i feel this one
6 May 2008, ore 8:32
Thanks for the heads-up about this site!
Wicked intense poem! I like the image at the end on the side of the road!
6 May 2008, ore 8:37
Loved it then, love it even more now, beautiful.
6 May 2008, ore 8:39
Hi Jodi,
This actually made me breathless. as the dust swirled hit my soul.
Thanks
Kathy
6 May 2008, ore 15:12
I like this a lot…it has an intensity i’m familiar with..thanks
10 May 2008, ore 15:29
Sweet, salty and sadistic. Isn’t that what love really is?
Well done, P.