fountain of you

 

lemon grass and willows

shifting in your summer

breeze,

 

all the times you sift my mind,

are you ever coming back to me?

 

days awake and hollow

your scent corrodes my heart

into a pool of

spilt beer

while the fan just

twists

isolated

and silent

 

do you ever think about

the way

I move, the smell of my

touching lips,

the color of my eyes,

enveloped

by your humor,

the

grip

of my fingers

upon your hips,

 

the music

of never letting me

go

  

or does the fountain flow?

in water dance

bubble,

gurgling giggle 

wet,

my

let

go

tumescent

skin,

 

away today

I

hollow out my life,

to make room

  

for your return

 

Reviews

[DaisyUSA]

The title and the waiting and the imagery. All the things I liked. I stepped away from poetry for a lifetime...and I'm looking at it again. You make me glad I filtered "Massachusetts".

[LouisianaBird]

This was very nice and fun to read, though I do suggest that you move the line, "breeze" up to the one above it for the first stanze. Well done though!

[Jessica M.]

Interesting how the "I" was set apart on it's own line, and nice how it was only mentioned once. For the "I" to be at the bottom in the "fountain of you" seems perfect, fitting, unexpected. Lovely images. The description is simply immaculate you can taste it, feel it, fall into the water. Very nice.

[SheralVeronEve]

i enjoyed that...great writing, enjoy your music aswell...very sexy.

[Sally Edwards]

I like this quite a quirky poem that made me smile in places, I like the descriptions used, very imaginative and at the same a slight sadness in your words too. Nice work