My Splendid Discovery

[Stinkyfinger]

When I first saw her standin' there, So grand in there, My heart, long silent, wailed, fresh and new and sudden, wrenching tears from a desperate void of black gloom, to flow like time, viscous, eternal, and comic; I'd stolen a glance at her, Taken a chance with her, her poise, her style, her eyes, those piercing, nefarious brown pools of divine chocolate spirit, and I'd appraised, quite suddenly, her beauty, her body, and her soul, a liquor so enticing, so exotic and rare, as to make me start with an icy terror, with the gripping fear of future loss and bitterweet longing, My brain screamed out, man, it creamed out a spiritual lusty groan of majestic blue and mystic truth, --and then--then, as if she heard from across time and space, my pounding, jack-hammer heart, BANGING LIKE MAD, LIKE BOLD AND FRENZY, She floated gracefully my way, tastefully my way, through a velvety haze, a smoky maze of cigarettes and tension, time frozen in suspension, --a startling epiphany of death and sweat and purpose-- She stopped mere inches from my face, my life, my soul, Her throaty whispers stealing my flesh and my will, sealing my fate, Her sighs, sweet and deadly, breaking the intensity of need and devotion down into small manageable bits of passion and conquest; I needed her so bad, so deep down and dangerous, this jaded sophisticate, this dragon goddess of sweet rapture and amazement; I followed her to her door, to her web, in a wake of ambrosia and arcania, electric sensuality, lulled, lost, and, at once, found, clawing at her, gnawing at her, needing her, her smile, her tears, her smooth mystery and skin, I pulled her way down into my darkness, tasting the fear and the need in her blood red lips, the greed in her hips,...hungry, abiding, overwhelming,.. We mingled and tensed until she gripped bold, tearing at my flesh, until she filled with a shimmering, glittering light, like scattered diamonds on velvet, like shattered luminescence, until she SCREAMED, until she moaned, purred, licked her paw, until she laid her pretty head in the hollow of my shoulder, until elsewhere became forever, forever; I'd severed her ties to reason, leaving only memories of romance and casual struggle,...oooh yeah...., I exalted in the magnificence of her form, feeling, for a moment, righteous and viable, inviolate, thinking, for an instant, about the mystery of death and passion, beautiful and deeply dreadful; Willing myself, capriciously, foolishly, driven by ghosts and the haunting lies of youth, I abandoned fate,.....I abandoned her...., Leaving her, lying there, naked in restless slumber, I ran,...I ran away, I stole away,...scared, scarred soul deep, from the agony of running, like from a revolution, or hiding in terror from the doom of revelation, stealing away to roam, to search for something sacred, or for something that I'd already found, something more alive than life, itself, more vibrant than youth or the flame of lust, lost somewhere between knowledge and will, and unchecked by the plague of human frailty, and now,... and now I'm stuck in this nightmare of never ending truth, I'm separated from my splendid discovery by midnight and the death man's song, I'm separated by clouds and pride, and by foolish vigor; The tapestry of all that's past and the echoes of long ago laughter, pales in comparison and seems like decay beside the recollections of my abandonment; My delicate flower's fragrance still lingers and my arms will remain forever outstretched, waiting for her, watching for her, willing her back to me, to be here with me forever.

[.Lucy.]

Swallow your pride...run back to her...don't let the darkness swallow you, don't let the fear break you...

This is how I lost my love

Without a thought to how I was left bleeding in the wake of his abandon

LT

[jackofnightmares]

"...this nightmare of never ending truth"

that is the worse nightmare I have ever heard


I wish I could do erotic as well as you
before the lies of youth
I saw her there in seventh grade
and all the blood drained from my brain
and I walked around with tented pants all day
and did not have a clue
something to do with the girl in bobbysocks

twenty years later I found her again
and I left her sitting there on the edge of the bed
smiling at me
as I fled
goddamned mama's boy
feeling so unworthy of her

pardon the ramble
enjoyed the poem a lot.

[hester_prynne]

Whoa.
All I can say is Whoa.
Having been left there a couple times myself, all I can say is, she's gone, you let her go and too bad.
What a fabulous read though! Loved it!
H