When you returned,
the day felt bright
like new paint
and our forms freshly drawn
by the nimble hands
of God.
Our kisses were sweet
as spring strawberries,
dripping with juice.
We were lovers
once again,
refining and polishing
our art
like careful masters
on the canvas of tragic need
that is the body.
I was a mermaid
drowning
in the sea
of you,
in delicious oblivion.
You tasted
salty like my tears.
In your arms,
agony and ecstasy
seem to become
one and the same.
“In your arms,
agony and ecstasy
seem to become
one and the same.”
Sadly I know this feeling all too well, and you captured it quite brilliantly I will say.
Too much info maybe but alas, it was one of the most beautiful yet destructive relationships I had ever been in.
Thanks for your comment. Guess these feelings are universal
‘my favorite mistake’ sheryl crow – speaks to the human condition, what we tolerate for what we want – lovely
Thanks for visiting 🙂
certainly, wonderful ideas
Wonderful Poem Pua Nani, so tender and sensuel
Love Nicole