The Wayward Wordsmith

Wayward ships were your eyes as they gazed on the planes of my face,

emotions turbulent as the anchors at bay tried keeping us in place.

The open window breeze engulfed us in a chill that tightened our embrace

that afternoon one summer when we finally gave way to our desire.

You were a source of comfort, your hands so sure and knowing,

your urgency a surge of need to me before unknown,

your kisses like that of a composer as they wrote music on my lips

and penned sonatas along the curves of my body, an addiction being sown.

Though unsure of what we were doing with the kindling of passion

we fed with touches and words and the promises of next time,

for a time I felt like the brightest star in heaven twinkling

with bursts of energy at the very thought of you and our time alone so divine.

But even stars meet their untimely end, their deaths unbeknownst

to all until time brings it to light. My heart a little bruised in confusion,

the coppery flames tipped with icy blue that swirled alive when I was around you.

Trying to comprehend your prodigious mind was an unrewarding fight.

You wrote, you write, your mind came alive at the most unsuspecting times,

and I wished to be your muse, to reside a little while in the structure,

the lines, the worlds and genius that composed your mind.

But just as leaves during Fall lose their rich green and assume different shades,

so do the wants and tastes of a writer change.

You drew me in with the tip of your pen, with your wit and musings

that make you complex yet endowed with minds riches and so I admire you.

And with that ink tipped pen you wrote away further encounters after a time,

and I do truly comprehend why. So with words I still keep the forbidden alive

and secrets thrive under the moon-drenched nights.

Until the next time, when temptation presents itself, 

for the struggle to resist is an endless fight...

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

Memorizing piece that hit home, as it is a dream I hope to experience someday.
Stashing into my favorites, this one will linger regardless.

Thanks for this wonderful share
(100/100)

[abraxus89]

Long ime no speak.

Again you simpyl paint a picture and us the readers can live out the experience you and sotry you tell in this.

Well done!

[Chris]

You've put together a story of being drawn and held... let go... and a promise of tomorrow.

[MandaBear]

What a masterpiece. Such and awesome read and full of emotion love it!!

[Melody Telleria]

Thanks so much Amanda! There's definitely a lot of emotion in this piece, like people say, peotry is a window into the soul.

[B-poet]

What a eloquent masterpiece you've created here. I loved every line from start to finish. If you want to experiment with writing another version for this poem it would be for an epic cause. Great work Melody. A compelling write & read. :)

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you for loving this poem, it is quite an important piece to me. Only written words can express certain things and situations and so a poem it became.
What do you suggest as far another version for this poem?

[B-poet]

Just choose another theme that The Wayward Wordsmith would love illustrate or elaborate on. If that helps as far as suggestions are concerned. If not let me know if you need more suggestions for another version. :)