Physical Love is Madness

Conflict between innocence and adolescence

Physical Love is madness.

Raging, frustrating, ricocheting

Irrational, forceful , inexorable

Piercing, frothing, pressing

Slough of Despondence; marsh, swamp

Swallowing me deeper.

Filling my mouth

Sludging, plastering into my lungs.

Sealing away air

Incarcerating sensations

Begging to be set loose

Pleading to fly over the swelling rush

Of passion and sensual touch

Sobbing for the playful nudge

Of Innocence and simple love.

Not this surly grime and filth

Of developed drives

For physical release

Author's Note

Aloha, this is one of the poems I wrote today... for some reason, I couldn't stop!

I tried to give a feeling of claustrophobia and helplessness. Let me know if I was successful in that. As always, please comment and speak your mind!