On Nameless Shore -------------------------------------------
Lost in that wearied hour
when the chill of night seeps into bones
and all good men have long since succumbed
to a well deserved rest.
I wail at the wall of sleep.
The torn veil of a lush longing glimmers
in haze filled eyes.
Garlands of golden snakes
writhe in sinuous wreaths,
around a waking dream.
tossing in fevered slumber
I am assailed by the redolent wafting of dark perfumes.
A weir-like enchantment drifts to me
on moon dream shadows.
Cresting in undulating waves
memories of her come in ethereal form.
She is a golden rhythm
festooned with the crushed petals of narcotic flowers.
Her breath is a flowing lullaby of lingering lassitude
that brushes a blush upon my heat.
A flutter of kisses I can neither bear nor deny.
A storm brews building to burst
in unending torrents.
Lost in the wearied hour no more.
I am subsumed
by a night-creature of
upon the shores
of a vast and nameless sea.
she with those golden eyes glinting.
With an ever tighter grip
entwines her way around my lust.
In a monstrous gush
I become the bull pawing from the primal ooze below.
Blowing and steaming
my nostrils flare.
I bellow begging for release.
lost in the inferno
forever to burn upon the brink
i have revisited this several times...i am more in tune with it now...although relating to this type of work isn't as easy for me...
i see the good poetry in it...and the use of the sea...and the goddess like quality of the woman...etc etc.
but as much as i see it as a really good poem, i wish i could relate to it more on a personal level...i like poetry that just rips my gut out...moreso than poetry that i just kind of watch from a distance..
but that is personal preference like i said...so it is harder for me to make really valid comments for you on this work...
as i said in the previous comment..it is nicely written and uses really sound imagery..i just see it more from a distance...