N O C T U R N I Q U E T

conjecture
swimming

current dishevel

cascade mirage
shimmers
like a candle
depth
vortex

the golden halo
crown
on our lip of love

rappel
upon
the decline
of night
swirling
together

drawn in the
sinous
dark pasions
a pressure
gathering
momentum

About This Poem

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Comments

loved

11 years 11 months ago

on our lip of love...

all seems to be
like a guys nocturnal

'''....dark passions
a pressure
gathering
momentum'''''.....

sums up as the finale
you want me to spell it?

E J A C U L A T I O N S

uncontrolled as in dreams
one screams
though silently
unheard even by one’s own self
till one is finally
wet!
and that's a bet!

Esker

11 years 11 months ago

a good observation Loved.

but I was thinking in a culmination of a wave
front..a bow wave..
the emotion

more along the lines of obsession
or compulsions
but they too have their climax
a more accurate descriptor...

but in these writes its open to the
interpretation to the abstract allows
a personalization that is somewhat
elusive..

one can read these and
"belong"
to them per say...

Thank You..

loved

11 years 11 months ago

Basically I am Freuds apparition

i think of
poles and holes mainly

and so is my poetry
holy more than righteous
now you also know