eternally...

eternally...

A Poem by Alessander
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I see your spectral silhouette
   hovering on the sea's horizon
      at midnight

  as the surf struggles and collapses
     before my feet

    it's so damn cold
     my gut convulses
      my hands shake
        my being shivers

              your hair whips
                 the dark air
               like thunder

                           the wind lashes
                         my numbed skin with coarse sand


            and it's so dark
 
                    the moon oscillates wide rings
                            of pallid skeletal light

                               and you flutter there exactly
  where the sun set
       six hours ago

                                 when its afterglow
                    disintegrated
                             pixel x pixel
    

                               your shadowy figure
                                   now beckons

                                      join me
                                    this night
                                and every night

                                    hereafter

                                      love
                           
                              I close my eyes....

                                    ...

dancing and sweating

  we lay in my room

             under burgundy covers

                      reeking of cheap beer
                               and dirt

your panties still slightly moist
    flung on my chair

  my sticky shirt still emanates smoke
     like an industrial factory
 
you arms wrap around me like a python
  your hug
        is like a choke-hold

                    of our burning bliss

            that is this scene

                 that is us

      waves undulate

                    music resonates

                   warm tears roll down my neck

                      yet I do not know
                              if they are from sheer terror
                                    or sheer joy

                         we pass out
                       in a drunken embrace.


                                   ...

                             I'm drowning
                            in your maelstrom
                          

                            I'm sinking
                              in the quicksand
                               of memory

                       you disappear
                        like a  ghost in a dream
                                     immaterial                   
                              like a song in a fog

                          ....

It's too much
your presence is unbearable
I'm falling  through stony caverns
    and cloistered abandoned shafts

I dwell in the bottom of an ancient well
  alone
naming the stars overhead
         names holy and secret names
            alien to human ears and tongues.

                            ...

May you love me                           short-lived for now
    as much as I love you                       but longer after
       with passions greater                            when the void expands                       
              and untrue                                 you'll hear my laughter

                                    from across the fathoms
                                     that love creates

                                      a distant echo
                                     ...disintegrate

© 2011 Alessander



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This brought a little moisture to my green peepers!
You set the mood, wonderfully.

"your arms wrap around me like a python
your hug
is like a choke-hold

of our burning bliss

that is this scene

that is us"

That is easily my favorite part. It's so comfortable and safe, I started to remember
what that feeling was like. I can't thank you enough for that!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alessander

2 Years Ago

Thanks for checking it out, Van Mark!
A fragment from a different time, still a morsel of good.. read more



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As all the other reviewers say, it is passionate and tender but yet fiery beneath the surface. The images are all everyday things and situations but yet it is dreamlike and unique. Well done

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

spoken like a man who has been there, done that, and is sick of it and just wants someone to settle down with
your words are always beautiful, a true poetic voice

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a magic carpet ride of texture, sensory, emotion and smell. very enthralling.
I liked it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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i love the atmospheric motion and direction..

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WHOA. This is full of intensity of all kinds. I would easily call this a masterpiece... you just encompassed the most fiery of human emotions, time... disintegrated. Blew my mind. I can't get over this one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Smoky, wine soaked memories of love musky panties and tangled sheets haunting the sweat of tossing dreams...what's not to love??? Sad the dream fades...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes a moment define the meaning of relationship. and love is like a sand you that hold in your hand. harder you try to grip it, it slips down your fingers. enriched with forlorn and sensuality.. enjoyed reading your poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one grows very nicely

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Section three - no suggestions. Beautifully done as is
:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Section 2.

Again - messed with the layout. Feel free to ignore that.
I suggest using "this is the scene" - present tense rather than past. Some word omissions suggestions, very minor. And I switched the final two phrases of the poem around. I feels more powerful ending on "we pass out"

dancing and sweating we lay in my room
under burgundy covers

reeking of cheap beer
and dirt

your panties still slightly moist flung on my chair
my sticky shirt (still) emanates smoke
like an industrial factory

you arms wrap around me( like) [-] a python
your hug [-]
a choke-hold

(of) our burning bliss

(that) [this] is this scene
(that) [this] is us

waves undulate
music resonates
warm tears roll down my neck
yet I do not know
if they are from sheer terror
or sheer joy in [a drunken embrace

we pass out]


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Alessander

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