Waiting For Love...

Let it all out, my fountain.
—-“Ahhh! …You’re hurting me!”
Let me see those beautiful, glistening streams,
—-she protests, stumbling out of his reach
flow from your blessed face.
—-as he slowly steps toward her.
Let me feel their warmth seep into my being
—-“… Please… stop… pleas—”
through the pores of my fingertips as they
—-her body slams against the floor,
roll down your trepid cheeks.
—-her hands move to soothe her throbbing skin.
Let me taste that
—-Her tears are on the brink of release…
palatable, salty tang
—-He stares into her eyes, licking his reddening lips.
as they slide over the buds of my tongue.
“Come.”
Let me hear your cries,
—-He demands, his voice fuelled with urgency,
a precursor to the jewels that stoke my want-
—-as he drags her by her locks to his bedroom…
a desire that can easily be sated in the presence of your tears.

It emerges, as a single carriage, out of the tunnel of nothingness,
Travelling at the speed of thought
Along self-set tracks surfacing on the foundation of your mind.

As you continue to think in relation to that original thought,
New carriages adjoin themselves to it,
Extending the train as far as you think it in the limitless depths of your mind.

Random thoughts birthed and thought as you’re thinking other thoughts
Synthesise in parallel, creating an interconnected railway of opinions, ponderings, reflections,
That can collide, combine, or simply pass-by.

At the journey’s end, when your mind no longer dwells on that thought,
The train fades as easily as it came
Into nothing but a diffusing haze.

Lucious lips leading to
Obliteration of an unsuspecting heart,
Thrashing its tepid waters ‘til the chamber is filled with raging torrents,
Subject to the shallow promise of a sultry stare.

Overjoyed were you by the prospect of a possible permanent partner you
Forgot to anchor your heart by the shimmering shores of safety, venturing into uncharted seas.

Kisses and caresses showered your body fortnightly, leaving you wanting more,
Incubating your fragile heart with lingering warmth,
Supplying you with just the right amount of ‘love’, attention, and affection to
Silence the questions forming in your lovelorn mind.
Eluded you were by those wanton ways, failing to see that you were just one of many in this
Sick mind game.

I like to fall asleep whilst listening to the sibilance of rain,
The soothing sound calms my mind,
Coaxing out all the stress and strain from the crevices of my being that had accumulated in the day.
The successive symphony of water droplets,
Conducted by billowing breeze,
Slamming against soaked surfaces like an unyielding hand to a drum,
Gives way to the realm of dreams.

I like falling asleep when it’s silent,
Only the periodic sound of a passing car, the howl of a lone fox, or the almost inaudible murmur of a snore,
Reaches my ears,
Collectively constructing a story -
the fruit of my imagination -
That slowly falls to pieces as it sends me to sleep.

OmG!! artisticfreefall and splintersandmilkshakes are following ME?!! XD
I’m honoured :D
*faints from happiness*

When people move beyond the title of ‘acquaintance’,
Their hearts begin a small conversation.
“Hi.”
That’s all it takes,
A reverberating little voice that makes,
A connection between you and a new found mate.

Over time,
The conversations grow longer,
Whilst the connection becomes stronger,
And things are going well.

Then for one reason or another,
The participants draw asunder,
Causing the voices to grow fainter,
As the hearts become weary from the pain of a thinning connection.

The people continue their lives.
Their hearts having managed to survive the separation,
After their connection was cut like a severed telephone line.

Break it,
And my eyes will bleed words unspoken,
Tainting your memories of me,
Held in your under-developed brain,
With the pain you’ve caused my soul,
Haunting you for the rest of eternity.

Out of my heart will seep every soft-spoken sentence, word, or phrase,
That you’ve had the audacity,
The down-right indecency,
To fill with your unnecessary lies.

All that will remain for you to see,
Is a thickly-coated, hollow cocoon of what I used to be…
It won’t rest until your excuse for a heart,
Seasoned with the spice of love,
Is crushed by the hands of someone who you thought reciprocated those very feelings I felt for you.

Then, and only then,
Will I escape from the cocoon in which I was held captive,
And emerge, like a butterfly,
Resuming the life you tried to mummify.

So to my future suitor(s),
If one of you do manage to unlock my safe-guarded heart,
I beg of you…
Don’t break it.

He caught me unaware,
Sliding into the space beside me on the bus bench,
Can of beverage in hand,
His mouth exuding a terrible stench.

I didn’t ignore him; I couldn’t,
Because he was an elderly man,
And it’s against my upbringing to do such a thing,
Even though, in such a case, I probably should have.

He rambled on about how one should only have ‘sips’ of booze,
‘Drink in moderation ‘he said.
His words were slurred and he slobbered a bit,
As he informed me that most of his drinking mates were dead.

I frowned at this and showed interest in what he was saying,
He was pleased, evident from the warmth in his clouded blue eyes,
And he said, ‘You’re friendly, you are. What’s your name?’
‘Deborah’ I replied.

Apparently a woman named Deborah had him thrown in the ‘looney bin’,
I gasped, actually interested in the story he was going to tell,
When my bus arrived and I bid him farewell.

Moments later, safely seated on the bus,
I realised that I had just been talking to a possibly crazy, inebriated man…
I laughed, in my head, at this strange event,
And proceeded to college to sit my Physics exam.

—(Actually happened)—

It took me about 2 years to remove ‘him’ from my mind.
To forget the way his lips felt against mine the day of his departure,
’So soft…’
To stop thinking about what it would have felt like to let him French kiss me,
’Tempting…’
And to accept the fact that he had changed,
‘…’

My first crush…
He used to say ‘I love you’ at the end of our 1-hour+ long phone calls,
and I would always reply ‘I like you’ because I knew,
it wasn’t love - just a great deal of like.

Guess who was right…

Don’t undress me with your covetous eyes…
Don’t lust after me just to pass the time…
Come a little closer and you will find,
That I too am a person with a heart and a mind.

I am not just a body for you to view,
Like a book in a library that you casually peruse,
Then replace after finding,
That it is not to your liking.

No-Thank-You.

Read my rhymes,
Learn my quirks,
Turn my pages and in time,
My true character will reveal itself to you…

If you start this story you better plan on finishing it,
Stranger…