how hard i have tried
to turn off the faucet
that perpetually drips
poetry
regarding
you
my every piece becomes
a salvador dali portrait
of your face
i sit on the crystalline sink ledge
dipping my pointed toes
into your filling warmth
clocks have become irrelevant
knowing that
only two times are true
i am either with
or without you
each crystal door knob
leads to a bed we have shared
full of mad coupling
i require no resplendent sunrise
or wax dripping moon
waking eyes are all that is required
to summon your willing spirit
my suitcase remains packed
with clothes that refuse to let go
of the scent of our skin
mingled together
the shot glass
on the writing desk
is lonely
but such a joyous mourner
it is
did you know
planes were invented
so that i may fly to you
i am growing roots in your light
such a happy slave to love am i
lost upon the lush foggy river
of your body
anchored by your kiss
bells toll your sonorous voice
as the wind topples the miles
sea gods string pearls from my tears
to cast you a line
i remember your silhouette
standing behind me
striking a bonfire signal
unable to turn away
from the wake of my far off sailing ship
your cloudless eyes
travelling with me through the sky
a lifetime of star gazed wishes
realized
the moment
your hands pushed open my window
and you came
climbing through
beautiful
following my lamp light
real is real you say
as i pull the plug from the drain
scrawling graffiti reflections
onto
the steamy bathroom mirror
you make me wordless
you make me
wordless
you make
me
wordless
you
make
me
8 replies on “the steamy bathroom mirror”
This is about one of the best poems I’ve read on WordPress! This deserves another read! I absolutely love it.
I am honored! Thank you so very much for saying so!
You really unleashed power and emotion in this poem! A magnetic read. Thank you.
Ah, sir, so kind of you to say. Come back and say hello again soon…
Breathtaking
Thank you, John Burroughs, with warmest affections my friend…
This is most definitely one of your best, Alicia! Love the ending!
Bewitching imagery blend with lusty descriptions to yield a read of sensuous delight…