All About You.

When I find the night’s mystery,
Too purple for my taste,
I seek with fingers; melancholy,
The flesh of your waist,
And when you; awake at the touch,
Close the arc of our motion,
Tune into a single taut line,
Of steel and water; tying together
In familiar pleasure,
Our breathes into storm,
I know your smile shall shield me tommorow,
When I am no longer oozing in your arms;
A hair’s breadth from life,
But away, miles into the lives and lights,
Of strangers under street lamp,
Peeling away the veneer of my heart,
To hold yours.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

One thought on “All About You.”

  1. Sensuous & beautiful, I adore this (though the pedant in me can’t help but notice a few spelling mistakes). Your lover is lucky, and, I imagine, so are you if they inspired this poem.


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