lundi 14 mars 2016

Only with Joy



Caught in the space underneath
Our fire kisses' sky  lays
Between pores' nude, skins breathe
Began our elated days


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


Above crazy hopes
Worried sea of distance
Fancies him and soaks
Madly in his presence


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


A spoken word blooms
A Purple wave  draws
Our bodies are our rooms
As our arousal grows


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


Touches slipped by surprise
We're licking the glass that's still
Wetted by our hungry eyes,
And shouts on pages we fill


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


As time goes by, we keep
Going deeply into each other
Craving and hard as four lips weep
Entwined until we smother


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


Our kissing laughs make me long
To wrap around his, my tongue
Through biting, mewing, he's making me
As glad as a feline could be


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


There where happiness began
Purple melts under emerald sun
Drunk of juicy fruits' spice we taste
Absorbed into it when embraced


Mayday, the sky curses
She loves the boy
Who writes her verses
But only with Joy


3 commentaires:

Séraphin a dit…

Bonjour Mayday,


Votre image mêle joliment le rose de l'atmosphère dans le blanc des chairs entremêlés, comme la joie de l'être se trouve être celle du monde, en dehors vers le dedans, en dedans vers le dehors...dans cette position d'amants passionnés, abandonnés à la couleur, tenus et retenus.

Encore une fois, cela auréole le poème d'un message sublime.

Séraphin a dit…

*Entremêlées, bien sûr.

Mayday a dit…

Très cher,

De cette introjection, colorée et chatoyante, naît ce sentiment, précieux et fragile, appelé la Joie qu'on tente incessamment de retenir quand

il y a de l'amour.