I seek thy hand…
A moment of weakness
A world without cares…
And, thy breath on my neck
I have saved all my fervor…
For this day when rain will come calling…
And, the dilapidated windows of the attic
Will rattle with unbridled passion…
And, we will sin, the ages old sin…
While the sun plays hide and seek
Timeless. Ageless. Shoreless. Endless.
We will float…or drown in it…
You will envy my pain…
As I take you to a distant heaven
And, you will mark your territory
While my limbs will bear the scars of war
And, we will rise on every windswell
To be able to free fall again
And, thy lips will draw blood
While, I will listen to my life beating in your heart
6 comments:
ritz. you are surpassing yourself these days. this is so awesome i had to come comment on ur blog :P
I like the wild imagery and the passion in the words.
"I have saved all my fervor…
For this day when rain will come calling…
And, the dilapidated windows of the attic
Will rattle with unbridled passion…"
LOVEEEELEEEY
again u proved urself to be a great great poet
This is great poetry!! Keep up the good work!
O i didnt knw a poet is hidden in ritayan .really gr8 creativity u hv in u.lots of emotion is there in ur poem.
Again, I cannot stop myself from commenting on your newest entry! I will say it again and again; you are a stupendous writer, Ritayan, and I hope that you don't stop posting. I only wish that I could view things as you do; your poems are simply fascinating. And as always, I will say it: Keep writing!:)
There is an unabashed charm in this poem...I love the hidden thirst...it is beautiful...its a courageous build up of verses to put forth "a moment of weakness" on an exhibit for the world to see...I think your beauty lies in the choices you make....keep writing
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