To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Of Airs (Ere now) a gentle evening breeze full of aspen and fir wafts through windows layered in lingerie… your voice trembles with that tense excitement prophets own I sense it rushing through that gap in your glottis there patiently waiting for the instructions and the all important air I wonder (in silence) did I ponder the relevance the criticality the weight the what the wait does it matter? it must yes, it must …our lust unshelved… it’s all about compatibility well, attitude helps, too and why is there that? there could be none then where would we be? airs’ heirs sunder all (a moan) …soft sweet caresses, ear nibbles… chemistry and physics explain much (and sets those who dabble in them apart from me like airs and lies would) but not you no never you …tongues’ tales warm humid winds an interlude… (an error?) was it too early too soon? not ready for the intensity not prepared for the passion not ready or too soon? unprepared or unequipped? mired in the present or chained to the past? unable to envision a future where cool’s not cold ghosts write frogs sing skates have wheels bottoms have bells and you’d have me? (a gasp) …a rolling over… lining up preparing waiting daring …a thumping noise embers lie glowing in the hearth (a giggle) …dawn’s satin drapes us a waft winnows a wisp wanders… (a whisper) we are quiet now no tremble nor tremor just breathing (a sigh) air the sweet air the sweet morning air …a temporary disconnect a letting go of sorts then, an awakening…(a yawn) the chocolate (a snorting) tongue licking tail wagging it tapping there against the door waking us as I hold you in the loud silence of the aftermath (exhaling) I love you (a shiver there runs) …air’s air, thus aired, adieu. |
Sorry, there are no critiques for this poem in our system... If the poem is older, the critiques have been purged!