in the depths of this room

I.

in the depths of this room I lock

I grasp your slender neck

strangling tenderly your slender neck

but I let you breathe

 

my other hand harshly caresses

your body supple and strong

curved with the dust of time

meandered body my touch

 

your weight I place a cradle

between my eager arms

lightness of footfall the

weight of you my wreath

 

in the depths of this room I lock

your waist I take to place my

fingers on the valleys of brown

brown as your waist and such

 

pleasure as I stroke your flowing

head the tiny head of silent

wonder in time a statue

proud with I beneath

 

surprise takes me when your hand

I grasp, strangling tenderly

your wrist your quiet hand

relays my time too much

 

my eyes and your nakedness

quiver through the air as brown

arrows that I bow and you

quiver naked pith

 

in the depths of this room I lock

you in with me a willing

prisoner isolation desolation

my loneliness and crutch

 

II.

you let me slowly grasp your heart

that heart of infinite surprise

gently I pull your heartstrings

they stretch and they shrink

 

as I run my fingers through the stars

your body sings for me and touch

is touch and so more than

touch the stars crying

 

your body sings my reservoir of tears

that the stars caress neck waist

neck weight neck neck tears head

the day fast dying

 

like new roses I hold you to me

your weight in my arms your

body to my self breathing

in your weight I sink

 

in the depths of this room I lock

you will be mine as I am

yours as I take my path

you my slender youth

 

in the depths of this room I lock

I kiss you death I make you love

solitude star string

sing with me my truth

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5 Comments

  1. IS A PRETTY POEM AND ALTHOUGH YOU SAY IS SONNET IT LOOKS LIKE FREEVERSE YAY.

    MORE MORE MOOR HAHAHA. “WHY IS THIS SO PORN?”

    (i am still sleep-commenting! this is done in sleep! refer to tag on tagboard please kthxbai)

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    1. IS NOT FREEVERSE.

      if you count the syllables on the last line of each CHUNK/LINE thingy you’ll see got pattern one lor, its supposed to be like subliminal messaging.

      (influence influence)

      no matter what jo says this is not a timely poem!

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