Romantic Hedonist

I do not hold

such memories

as previous 

beds and chambers,

I've only ever known

yours.

I cannot,

like you,

compare the warmth 

of bodies,

the softness of skin,

the passion of kisses,

of different lips,

over single nights of pleasure.

Over brief comebacks...

To me

if pleasure may come,

may pleasure merely

last forever.

So I could feed you

(only you)

crimson bits

of pommegranates

bullets of immortality,

straight from my lips.

So I can travel

with my fingertips

oer the mountains 

of your knees,

to the very crater of your neck.

So,

I could stir

all your longing for me

to the edge of

the point of no return,

then go back

and do it all again.

The less you want to write,

the more I feel I must.

Even if to no avail

I'll try to fill your void

and fail.

I fear

the sadness,

nestling cosy

in your chest.

For I don't know,

how long it lasts.

I can console you,

but I know,

no words can penetrate

your wall of grief right now.

Only Time,

wearing off,

can.

In a field of rosemary

I wished,

all day,

for just one thing...

I know not if wishing 

is a wise thing to do,

but wish is all I can,

and I'm so good at it.

I wish you were here,

to see me.

Eyes shut.

Hair unfolded,

messy,

under freshly washed sheets.

I wish you were here,

to see me,

wishing you were here...

I do not hold such memories

as loving twice.

So I can't know

but only hope,

you are real.

I simply hope

in your comparison,

you will find,

that I am too.

A Romantic Hedonist,

how full my soul is,

one would wonder...

Reviews

[symmetryAsymmetry]

I know not if wishing
is a wise thing to do,
but wish is all I can,
and I'm so good at it.

truely well written..

[Antonio Valentino]

one of the most beautiful things i've ever laid my eyes upon..

besides you

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful. I like the many places you took me with your words.
"In a field of rosemary
I wished,
all day,
for just one thing..."
Many nice visions create by the outstanding poem.
Coyote