This poem took quite a few versions to be done… and you know what they say (and by ‘they’ I do mean Paul Valéry): A poem is never finished– only abandoned. I don’t like to think I’ve abandoned any of my poems, but I do need to move on.
I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating relationship with these words, though. I hope you do, too.
stars beneath fingertips, sun between hips
magic uncovering tenderest lips
you merely searching for someone who searched for you
I making peace with past challenges I once knew
words pass by touch, others out loud
share fear with me and I’ll show you my doubt
but wait– what’s this weakness? who’ve I become?
why do I yearn for you always at home?
why can’t I leave you? why can’t I let go?
time slipped and I fell and I’m moving to slow
or I’m plummeting fast– on rapids I race
lost all control, heart breaking pace
if I keep fighting I’ll snap in this tide
flooding my lungs, against rocks collide
or I’ll soften, I’ll loosen, I’ll join water’s dance
moon’s pull, once violent, will gently advance
no more resistance, love’s always been in me
no more denial, you’re always my safety
I’ll cleanse you with warmth when night lessens day’s splendor
drink my affection, accept my surrender.
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