So. I have been writing but not posting and to prove it, I have four different pieces. Two stanzas max. But being the creative I am, I am going to turn into storytelling poetry. Tell me what you think.
To start off our 'story' is a piece I have just written. I am finding my way back to my romantic poet. Love as they say is in the air... :D
Over time I have heard my bones whisper
how much they miss your touch
The edges of my back
Crave to be traced by your zigzagging fingers
I swear I can already taste your soft lips on mine
Don't you see that I am yours?
Lonely nights have had me toss
Looking to find myself in your delicate arms
The wish to contain
This burning desire to worship your body
Crawls on my skin with every thought of you
Don't you see that I am yours?
This is a few days old. Spent a few cold nights on Peakd's drafts with a few other pieces still sitting idle there.
There is the meeting
The slow stiff smiles follow quickly
Swimming in nervous
There is the dry tongues
The instant amnesia
The shaking arms as you pull them close
The comfort in their scent
The fighting off temptations
not to kiss them
Right there.
There is the holding of their hand
The comfort of your weaving fingers
Might have you wishing you could stop time
There is a little dampness
Threatening to sell your nerves
The act of trying to contain the storm within
Proving to be a difficult task
But there is patience here.
This too. I didn't know what to do with it until now :p
The moon is shining
A silver glow smiles at the night
The wind whispers its time
And I take her softer hand into mine
Feel a bead of a nervous sweat
Roll down my shaky spine
As I desperately try
To channel all these bottled feels
Into the depths of her soul
With my mere words.
I take a knee
I wrote this two days ago. I can't claim it's poetrybut it felt like it would a perfect finish to this fictionalised micro piece!
Can you take me into your loving arms?
Now and always
Keep me there until the sun comes up
When a bad chapter comes up
Unlovable seasons too
Can you love me even when I am miserable too?
Stay by my door until it cracks open
And to think that these crumbling walls
Were meant to keep even you out
Yet here we are.
The end.
I have never compiled anything like this. Not a fan of doing multiple pieces either. Hopefully you find it as interesting as I have though.
