A Hilltop In My Mind

I am trapped within a memory
On a hilltop in my mind,
All these echoed senses tethered
To the imprint left behind.

How they sing to me in whispers,
How I often to tremble, still,
When I pause to go and wander
In the memory of that hill.

I can feel the drumming pulse-beats
And the rivulets of skin
Under softly swirling fingers
In this dream that I am in.

And I taste the varied palettes
Found in clothing, flesh and hair
With a mouth as it meanders
On its own and anywhere.

What I smell is expectation
Manifest as sweet perfume
Tinged with bodily aroma -
An intoxicating fume.

I can hear the measured breathing
In two harmonizing sighs
And it seems to me like music
Of a corporeal guise.

Though my vision is in darkness,
For I do not wish to see
All the world and its distractions
So apart from you and me.

I am enveloped around you,
I am lost amid your sway,
I am trapped within the memory
Of a hilltop on that day.

There is not a thought inside me
And no intellect to care,
Only senses left to guide me,
I am with you, I am there.

Reviews

[Kiddx]

This is just plain simply amazing, i can feel the words.

[Iota]

This is a really good write and I like the lovely memory and how strong it is in you. Something to treasure I think. Great write.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

I love the imagery here and the rhythm of it is delightful. I noticed a lot of writers have left out this important part of poetry. It flows beautifully great job

[J.P. Bristow]

what an intense and almost seductive write....oh to have been on that hilltop indeed....a pleasurable memory to revisit and treasure.