Naked Soul

The dust

in the carpet

of my memories

has found a way

to settle.

 

Plotting to take over,

to wage war

with my suspicion.

 

The ceiling

looks threatening

from where I lie.

The dark stains

of smoke,

like storm clouds

rolling towards me.

 

As their rain,

water droplets

from the cracks

and creases

of the roof

extinguish

my bodys fire,

lust and longing.

 

As they touch

my skin,

they freeze.

 

Covered

in diamonds,

my body,

this grave of

what they call a soul,

naked,

and alone.

 

My thighs,

sigh,

for the warmth of hands

they long for.

 

My eyes

close,

in silent

prayer.

Reviews

[symmetryAsymmetry]

"my body,
this grave of
what they call a soul,"

loved this one... :-)

[Amila Jay]

Wow! This is superb:-)

[Garrett]

Great pictures this draws.

[Priscilla Sayers]

That is wonderful. You can feel her longing, her lonliness!
let Arianna: Beautiful name by the way, that she needs to continue writing. Talent shines in this piece. She should be proud of it.
Thank you for sharing this Antonio. It is a great one!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Intense beautifully written piece. Nicely done. Loved this.

~anna rose

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful emotional ride in this amazing poem. The description made each line have life and create strong visions. No weakness in this outstanding poem. I like the ending. Thank you.
Coyote

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow! PERFECTION! -spoken in an unending array of beauty... This opens my mind to a very intense feeling of "Lust". A very "gratifying" read! LOVE THIS!! :)

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh my dear... wawww.. so pretty... love the ending especially..... whew!!

:))

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes our souls feels tired and weak. They long for a deeper connection something to revive it from this lonely slumber. We all have those moments when we feel we aren't were we should be and that weight of the universe is upon us without a hand to hold in comfort. Life is a battle sometimes but we must rise from the darkness and continue on.